starts

sometimes
it starts with
a lingering
glance noticed
from across a
darkened room

sometimes
it starts with
a knowing gaze
held with a smile
over a cup of
steaming coffee

sometimes
it starts with
an embrace
delivered with
unexpected warmth

sometimes
the end is formed
from the very
beginning

and I wish
sometimes
it could just
end at the start,

that I could
be satisfied by
the beginning

but the stories,
like life, can’t
help going on.