Every ending

"If this is an ending, it's a better one," I'd said on the last day I saw you. 

If we'd left it there, maybe it would have been. 

But I don't think so. 

"Endings are foretold by beginnings," I've said several times

To no one

To hear how it sounds when it lives in the air

It sounds profound

Which is why I mistrust it. 

Sometimes a story takes on a life of its own.

And we have to decide to persist 

Or rather, insist,

That this is not Our last page.