Almost

I can almost hear you breathe.
With you almost on top of me.
Your hair almost touches my face.
Our fingers, almost interlaced.

So let me breathe you in.
My lips almost touch your skin.
I close my eyes and wonder if you know
That I can't imagine ever letting you go.

Your eyes are almost opening.
Sunlight, it's almost Spring.
I touch you and hear you sigh.
Then you smile and it almost makes me cry.

So let me breathe you in.
My lips almost touch your skin.
I close my eyes and wonder if you know
That I can't imagine ever letting you go.
Almost.

You whisper, "it's almost noon".
Your voice fills the room.
But we'll lay here almost the whole day.
We have almost no plans anyway.

So let me breathe you in.
My lips almost touch your skin.
I close my eyes and wonder if you know
That I can't imagine ever letting you go.
Almost.
Almost.
Almost.