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Closure: a poem




Rarely a day goes by that I don’t think of us
And I know that sounds melodramatic
But I’m just a communication fanatic
Finding myself with a lack of closure

I know we had that day on the bench
With our goodbye kiss
And I’m not looking for bliss
But it looks like you couldn’t give a shit
Anymore

I talk to my therapist about my problem with loss
But maybe my problem with us
Is you.
I don’t want to throw blame
But every time I try to make it okay
You want to walk away
But wait
There was no closure
I’m not done
And then comes the irritation
Acting like I’m some sort of irregulation
I’m not trying to have an interrogation
I JUST WANT TO TALK

No reply.
Maybe that’s why I can’t move on.

I know we can’t be the same
And I don’t want to go back because
I was severely depressed
Tired of sex
The picture of a wreck
But what did I do to you for you to treat me like this
When I broke your heart I broke mine as well

Rarely a day goes by that I don’t think of us
And I know that sounds melodramatic
But I’m just a communication fanatic
Finding myself with a lack of closure



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