Closing Without Closure
Sometimes it’s just over.
It might come
with a warning,
it might come
out of nowhere.
Might go on
longer than it should,
then come crashing to a halt.
Sometimes it’s just over.
You get that feeling
in your gut,
that the light
has been turned off.
And you feel
your joy evaporate,
and your lungs deflate,
and you’re left
sitting there,
unsure if to wait.
Thinking.
Wondering.
Left stuck with reality.
The one thing that’s never ending.
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