closure was the curtain draw
to the black letters scattered
on my screen
closure looked much different for me
while his curled up nicely into a box
shoved away in the attic of electric complacency
a roar of praise for his due diligence
crashed onto my deaf ears
my body escapes me
closure must bend around my bruises
must swell to compensate phantom limbs
that breach my boundaries
because a body remembers,
imprints sensations into the skin
so closure can never truly cling to it