I believe every story has two endings
The first once I’ve read it
Those images swirling in my mind
Words and echoed lines I’ve memorized
Perhaps some lessons I may have learned
Insights glimpsed
Ideas reverberating through my life
The second ending’s the one where
I’ll have carried what was gleaned
All my days and even dreaming nights
Whatever I’ve remembered about it
All that was kept in essence will be lost
With the second ending in my final breath
