Closure
It’s time to forget you. Forget how between the grasses we would catch each others’ eyes Mimicking rituals of wildlife surrounding us. We would bury our laughter in feathers As the glass specks of dust escaped our lips. You would rest against me, yet the unease would be almost a breeze between us. If you took a perfect situation and lay it next to it would be apparent that something was, is, will be… amiss. Where my tresses once fell, golden strands lie instead. Your bed, once filled with the fibres of our insides Is now laced with the scent of another. You are all but faded memories and discarded receipts Worlds away, nothing but a ‘seen’ on a screen. You said goodbye to me, but I did not return the farewell. The miss now with you lets her head fall in that gap in your chest cavity and the space between your knees, and that’s fine. It’s nothing more than that. I honestly wish you happiness and luck, for I’ve found mine in the specks of dust Which gather in the air and shimmer now, Rather than the sharp pebbles they formed before The air between him and me is warm and thick, not separated by anxiety and feelings of confusion, And all is well, it feels. So, goodbye I guess. There’s no more love or sorry left, no more to cry but yet… I will always wonder why you left.
Hannah Ward
