I hate finishing things.
I’ve never finished a proper thing
In my life.
I never learned that endings
can be beautiful,
that finishings
should be splendid.
When I come to goodbye,
I see the death of a life
that I once knew and
will no longer know.
I never learned how to let go.
I never learned how to move on.
So I leave everything
just a tad, just a little bit, only slightly—