The Night We Almost Made It

The night the truth sat on my tongue.
I felt it rising in my chest, but I left the song unsung.
We walked out into separate dark,
With everything still left unsaid.
The night we almost made it still lives inside my head.
I drove a long way home that night,
Replaying every quiet beat.
The way your hand brushed close to mine,
The way the air felt incomplete.
I told myself there'd be a better time, a clearer shot,
A softer start.
But some doors only open once, and then they fall apart.