I never finish anything...
like
that sentence
or my
repentance
or forgiveness,
because I could always find another reason to
be cold.

I don't finish stories,
I don't finish jobs,
and
I won't finish getting old.

Life took me for a  
ride
I admitted that and never
lied.

Blindly,
I arrived.
Letting go of what I had not finished,
into the tide.