Almost

As I sit by the fireside, I remember the times, the good and the bad. Those many years ago, When we meant something to each other. I'm probably knitting a woollen sweater, Or perhaps watching a mother cat lick her younglings. And somehow, everything reminds me of you. Because I just can't get over you, Though I have moved on, it is not the same. And now I have children, Who have children. And I can't help think of everything that we almost had. Together. Almost.