there are beginnings, and there are ends. and in the end we remember in flashes of sudden memorial as inherent feelings of loss come ‘cross the bow. a kiss for the living, minor madness by your side in brief moments in time for which the brevity of such account can not compare to the breadth and the breathless loss of mind. all those moments add up to all those people and all those places, the words we’ve said to those we’ve loved and the ones that never met the ears of the ones we might have. the sum of all the do’s and don’ts, the wishes, whispers, and secrets never told is all the endings and beginnings that a lifetime holds.