Closures

Emotional fools searching for closures. Closures in things which were never meant to end. Beginnings in things that had no intentions of starting. Hooked on, latched, hanging, with a tinge of hope, looking above, expecting miracles from the place, which had no one to listen. Why did the roads have to cross? just to look at strangers, once I called mine, walk away. Not a word, hushed up their way out, even tip toed, and they thought I couldn’t hear. Those roads are now closed, no crossways, only one ways, long highways, still a nudge reminding me of those bumpy roads, that washed away without a closure.

I looked at a light, blurry and distant, I walked towards it, stretching out my arm, trying to grab it, dragging myself across the crossway. A dim yellow light, just the way I loved it. A dim yellow light and darkest of the nights, just the way I loved it. The light faded, the night washed away, leaving me vulnerable in the sun, alone, scorched up floors, sweaty and messy, I searched for a shade. Shade of denial. I loved it there. Had a huge warning sign swaying over-head. I ignored it, I stay where I like. The shade drained me, but I liked to stay, I tried taking it with me to the other side, pushing walls, and praying to void. I stood there, panting, closed in walls of denial, looked outside for signs of closure, yet again, a scorched day.

I begged for it, I cried for it. No one handing out closures for free. Not even the one that promised it. I felt a little something in my pocket. Handful of memories, some lessons, and a few tears. I smiled. I had it with me, what I’d been searching for all this while. A gift from me.

A goodbye in my pocket.

A closure in my heart.