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.