Couldn’t have imagined I’d ever loath closure.
In retrospect: mystery gave the possibility of a You and I a chance.
A chance to go the distance,
While we were distant.
Time to grow fawn of the details in one another’s day.
And interested in me!
All the character I ever needed to think I’ve fallen in love…
Never thought I’d hear myself say: I regret getting closure.
A receipt that things were good.
But… they’re over.
My imaginative wilds could run nowhere.
“Nice to have met you”
Hurts like a wasp’s sting
“This decision was nothing personal…”
You chose someone else instead of me…
How do I not take that personally?
I would not have imagined I’d ever loath closure;
Perhaps I should be grateful… you are the first who had the courtesy to say goodbye to me.