One day, you were there and the next, you were just gone
Abandoned and all alone, no one left to call on the phone
Closure was not a word she had ever heard
She walked through her days like a zombie in a haze
Is this how life is supposed to end, suddenly and tragically with no foreseeable way to mend
It hurts like hell that thing called death, taking her down to what feels like her last breath
It’s happening again that familiar heart wrenching rip, like she is losing her grip
She never gets to tie up those loose ends, they all just disappear, leaving inside gapping wounds and that endless fear
Where does she turn to, with unanswered clues, she is left shattered, understanding the fucking blues
Memories flood her to the very soul, questions erupt as they take their toll
What cowards, who up and leave, every last one of you, open wounds seeping through
The wreckage is smeared and scattered all around, dead or alive you are buried under ground
She will create the stories in her mind, putting the puzzle together one piece at a time
There is no decency left to recover, only freedom from the hurt she works to discover
Run away from all you’ve left behind, including the girl who cannot escape your mind
You’ve all done wrong and there’s nowhere left to hide, it’ll catch up to you as you take it all in stride
Loving those of you who slipped quietly away in the dark, on some ordinary day she will be singing like a lark
You never said goodbye, just left her there holding her heart, leaving her to cry
She revisits the stages of grief, lather, rinse, repeat
Unfinished business leaves grief that doesn’t end
Closure is the gift of maturity that brings comfort to a friend
✍🏻🧖🏼
