End To Start

It feels like the end all over again,

But, no,

It feels like the start all over again.

My mind has been playing snippets of old conversations,

Since a day or two,

And dissecting each one,

With a question that still haunts me,

"How could you say all that then stop meaning any of it?"

And finally concluding it all with,

"But, you did.

You did all of that and you're still doing it."

And I cannot keep doing this,

Because everytime I think about you,

I think of all the love I gave you,

Which is yours to keep,

But mine to restore,

Without you this time,

Not for you this time,

Until it feels like an end all over again,

But, instead,

It is the start all over again.