A beginning...mine?

This is my beginning:

The coffee is unmade; the water set to boil,

Quilt and down thrown askew; a towel, a toothbrush.

Les bisous d'aurevoir.

The pulling into parking lots,

that last sip of tepid caffeine; that first of scalding comfort.

The dashing and excuse making -

the frontiers of pleasantry.

The first pencil you happened upon;

the first time the tip dulls, the first time it breaks.

The first time you had to "care" -

the first time I had to listen.

The beginning of endless frivolity; the first of my subterfuges.

The first hundredth time track three was played -

and then again for another first time, and then again the first time I hit back.

The first "fine", the first "ah well," the first "quite" - the first indifference.

the first "for now" - a first glance.

The orchestra stands for the maestro;

they sit - ears poised, baton raised.

the overture.

This is when the lights dim and the "shh, shh" pervades.

This is the first note.

This is when you listen.