closure

as in some finality, exactitude
of acceptance, that
last word, ultimate
assurance of no
day dawning, a
sunrise not for
us, but
for the memory
of what wasn't

the day of reckoning
that comes, when
truth bares its naked
face, knowing
that hopes and dreams
are merely
that, only subtle
thoughts i cling to,
the ultimate
foolishness.

when my heart, laid
bare, exists in the sun
withering, under
your gaze unmet,
i expand to seek some
semblance of meaning,
yearning, pleading
for peace only you
can provide, whether
for death or life. the only

thing i need is your
assurance, the nail
for my coffin i
bury our memories within,
so i may live with
you, without
you.