Start.

11, 6, 7.
So many ways to tell things apart
We ended everything
From the day we got a start.
And I'll count the numbers,
the words, the rhymes,
The 3am wake up calls,
Begging to be on time.
You hold it once,
Hold it close,
Keep it all together
That's how you make a ghost.
From the corner of your brain.
Count the inches of your heart.
Never knew you, never should have,
Ended it from the start.