Almost

It bleeds more than a deep cut. It is fresh wound that is still being raptured. Like a hanging rope at its last string. Holding on, hoping more, it was sick. But how long are we going to root for a tiny miracle? How many rainbows are we still going to chase? How far are we going to run to put things in our favor? Why can't it just be an 11:11 wish? Exact and what it is. It was close. So close yet so far. Why does almost hurt more than an actual goodbye? An inch gap. A point something. Why can't it be? Why does it always have to be almost there but not quite? #WMSShortsies