Stories

Another end.

And then: another beginning. It starts slow, then builds; the excitement and anticipation rushes me onward, numbing the pain of the past I left behind. 

Suddenly, it's no longer the beginning and I'm flung into the middle. I start to understand my place, and all the good and the bad is unfolding. As the plot develops I seek to share the excitement with someone who I know will share it with me and understand my perspective. 

I turn back to tell you. But you: you are not there, and I cannot tell you anything. Confused, I turn once more to face forward. I walk through this part, towards another end. 

And then maybe I will find another beginning. And maybe in that beginning I can find you and I won't have to turn back. And maybe then we can both look forward together. And maybe it will finally be that beginning that doesn't have an end. 

But now, I walk without you.