I wonder how long it will take for
you
&
I
to be back in the same spiral again;
both aiming toward the center of the earth--
toward the center of
the bottom of
our selves.

for you were there
& I was here
& though I am not apologetic for our
circumstances,
perhaps you can perceive my
acceptance
for why these things must be.

closure
is such a cliche of a word,
isn't it?
but yet all cliches exist because of a certain
central
truth
(such as how I need you &
you need me &
how we cannot use each other when
we really must use our own
strength
in the early morning sun &
the evening's seeping darkness &
all times in between).

closure-- here it is.
for you at least,
but never,
never,
for me.

so like an unnamed grave marked only by a ghostly white stone
I
disintegrate
without any one ever knowing
what truly happened to me.

but let this
at least
be the last nail in the coffin
of us
for you,
dear one.