The Nearly Ones

The nearly ones. They nearly got together, nearly bathed each other gently in turns, only changing over when skin began to resemble that of a raisin, and they nearly conquered the earth and existence.

They nearly breathed life into each other that nobody else could have managed and shaped each other out of love. They nearly walked everywhere holding hands and consumed by their loving bubble.

They nearly passed the days just looking at one another. They nearly travelled to and made love in and laid their eyes upon a great many places. So very nearly. So many times. The nearly ones, all of us, over and over, and when finally the penny drops and completely disturbs the water, well who knows...