Start With the End

October 1, 2017

A chill runs

down a broken spine.

Eyelids flutter

for the very last time.

Panic springs

through the lovers’ chest,

As heart fails

to pass the pulse test.

But this story started

long before tragedy struck,

when two souls met

with a little good luck.

But so few truly know

how it really began,

that too many people

start with the end.

A chill runs

down the first soul’s spine.

Eyelids flutter,

and the two are lost in time.

Panic springs

through the brave one’s chest.

As heart fails

to come to a rest.

Too many people

start with the end,

so that few truly know

how it really began.

This story started

long before tragedy struck,

when these two souls met

with a little good luck.

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