Unfinished

Some stories will 

Stay that way.
There is no beauty
in finality.
The pen shouldn't
have to be
thrown away.
Words don't
have to run out.
 

As if they
ever will. 

"I will have 

Poetry in my life."

  You just have
to pick
just one
  piece of memory

that particular fragment
that stoked
the embers of
what was once called fire. 

That pinpoint of a

Life where 

You allowed yourself

to break, crack

heal, become 

beautiful, alive.

"...and love..."

If I were to choose
 between 

happy endings

and  open ones,

"...and adventure."

Eternally unfinished
is where I want 

to be.