Almost Haiku

[My bit of a poem in response to today’s prompt from Two Sylvias Press.]

Some days
I can almost taste
the memory of you.

Some nights
I can almost hear
the nearness of death.

Some wheres
I can almost see
the wonder of hope.

Some whens
I can almost smell
the absence of grief.

Some haves
I can almost feel
the glory of life.

Some nots
I can almost know
the realness of love.

Some nows
I can just believe
the manger of God.

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