The Echo of Almost

We almost overcame the doubt and fear.
We almost became the story songs are made from.
Your name still lingers in my mind, a gentle whisper,
Which is too soft to fade, too hard to numb.

Even though I walked away with open hands,
My heart still checks back at the door for what won't come.
The weight of what could have been hangs where you once stood.
The echo of what we almost were still flickers in the dark.