Almost Always

Almost always

On the verge of leaving

She never did,

She laid herself down beside me

To be herself, and live her life with me.

Almost always.

Until one day,

Quite early really,

When the stars were out and away,

The world was silent as a tomb,

And I was sound asleep,

She left

And laid herself down to live,

Her life without me.

I lost her for good, it seemed

And doomed to search her for ever.

But God! I find her everywhere!

She comes to me, fully alive, even after death

Night after night, day after day

Almost always.

This poem was first published on a popular online blog for poetry, Dead Snakes, in April 2015.