Closure

Each day comes around when I could do without the hesitation.

A kiss that might as well mean less complication.

Bodiless in these cramped conditions.

A difference to the brokenhearted's vision.

My head asks for a little closure.

That photo can't bring back the true feelings of yesterday.

Sometimes the loneliness suggests it's best this way.

Close the door and walk from the pain.

Never to look upon your own suffering again.

I'm trying to create some sort of closure.

Out in the open to your words so scolding.

When what I really need right now is to be holding.

Hold on tightly to a friend that will tell me it's going to be okay.

To believe myself beyond the things you say.

Helping me to build a certain amount of closure.

Like a limpet prised from the sea wall.

I can't help but feel that I'm about to fall.

All lifelines have been stolen from my grip.

I've been knocked back by just a slight clip.

I have to go to my quiet place and find that closure.