Today I almost called you again,
Because I almost missed you,
And your almost-enticing smell of smoke that hangs on you like your favorite jacket.

Tomorrow, you almost called back, 
We almost got together for the first time in months,
And you almost forgave me for being stupid, like I almost always am.

Next week, we almost went to the movies,
And had I almost called you,
You would've almost told me you loved me,
That you have for almost a year.

Next year, if you had almost called back,
We almost would've fallen in love,
And I almost would've been happy.

But now, because I almost called you,
You're almost all I can think about,
But you've already almost forgotten me.

The End

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