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Melissa Hughes's avatar

Byron, this aches in the best way. You turned "almost" into the loneliest word we own. And you landed on something the research quietly confirms: over a lifetime it is rarely the things we did that haunt us, it is the things we almost did. Action fades. Inaction echoes.

Jeff Ikler's avatar

Your best. My heart aches reading and digesting this.

Byron Edgington's avatar

Life is grand. The poem is in reference to my ex, and our efforts to maintain an image that was not us.

Thanks, Jeff.

Jeff Ikler's avatar

Well, you moved me, my friend.

Mac Bogert's avatar

Someone I know?

XOXOXOXO

Mac

Byron Edgington's avatar

Someone I once knew. My ex, and our strident efforts to maintain the 'perfect couple' label. Now? Life is grand, with no labels!

DENNIS ❤️‍🔥's avatar

Byron, this captures that paralyzing "safety zone" beautifully—the tragic irony of hiding from the storm only to be struck by the lightning of what could have been. Your choice of words like "conveniently timid" perfectly crystallizes how hesitation masks itself as comfort until it's too late. It’s a hauntingly poignant tribute to the weight of the word "almost" and the ache of realizing that staying in the in-between is often the riskiest move of all.

Diane Wyzga's avatar

Echoing the felt comments of our friends, Byron, because there is no other way to receive your poem than to feel it

If only ......

Tony and Martha's avatar

By--

The more moments in life that pass, the more the word "almost" looms all the larger! Your reminder is spot on!

Tony