forever has begun

You will begin again
like rain in the spring:
forever returning to weep upon my shoulder.

Like the sunrise after a cloudy day:
beautiful, anticipated, needed,
and loved.

I tried,
you didn't
you will begin again.

You will begin again because you've already begun.
You've begun because you are written in ink—
because I tell our stories: the gorgeous and the ugly
because who are we if not at fault?

You will begin again,
and this time I'll forget to tell you about the finish line.