I thought I would find closure-
closure when your arms closed
around me one more time,
but I was wrong.
I didn't find peace in
the pacifying way your
lips met mine again.
And now, sitting alone
with no one and nothing
but my teeming brain for
company your words
echo in my head.
Bouncing back and forth,
up and down, I hear
nothing but your voice.
Your voice full of confessions
like I am hearing it
through a screen
dispensing Hail Marys
like I want answers.
So I try to make sense of it all.
How you can stop because you start-
start to feel, start to love-
and I get it, or at least
I trick myself that I do,
because I know now that
you remember how I smell,
that I am a part of your memory
as you are mine.
Now I'm forced to believe that's
all I'll get, so it must be enough.
I didn't find closure,
but then I realized I never needed to.