Almost“we almost had it all, didn’t we? the late-night calls, the whispered *stay*, the silent *don’t go*. but almost love is still not love. and almost forever still means never.”—— Darshan Regmimore poemsalmost, stillwe never had a name for it just late replies that felt like arriving,and there it goes againand there it goes again every stormwhat the old house knewthere was someone who got me like no one else has. not a stranger, not a name i can write here,