It happens,
like love does;
Grows on you,
like your favorite songs;
And then when you are lost,
in the wilderness of these feelings;
It comes back and knocks,
one breath short;
Coaxing you into a world of your creation,
grace and absolution,
in the absence of a beginning,
and these, never-ending starts.

© soulreserve 2015

(For the PoetryRiot Prompt ‘The Absence of a Beginning’)

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