Almost the title of my memoir

But I wrote this instead. I just found it while scanning old notes on my phone. I think it’s from 2017 - forgot to check the date before re-saving.

The Moon Almost

The moon, almost
Is an unrequited beauty
There. And not there.
A curved silver light

Dreams, unrealized
Are a map to the soul
Lived with. And not lived.
A much needed goal

I don’t have a photo of a crescent moon on my device so here is a sunset just for the hell of it.