Closure isn’t a neatly tied bow,  
not a chapter that ends when we say so.  
It lingers in the spaces between,  
in echoes of words that were never seen.  

It’s learning to live with the quiet refrain,  
with questions unanswered, with love left in vain.  
Not every thread will find its weave,  
not every heart gets time to grieve.  

Real closure is walking away unafraid,  
knowing some endings will never be made.  
It’s making peace with the stories untold,  
with messy goodbyes and hands left cold.  

So here’s to the silence, the pause, the regret,  
to things we move past but never forget.  
For maybe the truest closure we find,  
is knowing some doors stay open in mind.