Closure is a funny thing.
It's not always a heart to heart,
But
It
Is
A
Thing..
It may not always be palpable,
And
Sometimes it's hard to describe.
It may feel like it has no reason,
or rhyme.
Just a ghost of a person that once made your heart sing,
Or respect for the memories that may cling.
But there's also peace in knowing that
The love you once had no longer needs to be sad.
Now it's just a quiet whisper that can be laid to rest,
Instead of quietly singing the what ifs, ands, or buts in your head,
It's now a place you can let go of the unrealistic hopes and dreams,
and lay them to bed.
Your heart can become home to whatever now makes your heart beam,
You just need to heal, sow, and stitch the seam.