i'm standing on the science
of leaving without a reason
with every inhalation expelling
from my lungs, i'm learning,
closure is simply cliché and it's possible
i crave knowing that from time to time,
i strike your thoughts like a brightening
bolt, shoving your memory in front of you
like an eviction notice nailed to your front door,
like you didn't have a chance to explain yourself,
like you never will
maybe the decision to never again open
your messages was unjust, but was it a decision, or
did it just happen, the way i never again
opened another bible
the way i refrain from saying your name
or thinking of how you said mine
the trees outside my window are shaking
with the same vigor you bled when
you said that you'd change
the thunder that vibrates this house
screams at me, making up for when
i left you without a sound
the roads are flooding with the amount
of times i questioned my love for you,
i dont think i ever do