The Closure We Never Had
We never really had a final conversation.
There was no moment when we sat down and decided what everything had meant.
No explanation that made the confusion disappear.
No last conversation where we both understood why things had to end.
Things simply became quieter.
Messages became shorter.
Conversations became less frequent.
The distance between us became something neither of us knew how to discuss.
And I kept waiting for closure.
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I thought it would arrive in the form of an explanation.
Perhaps you would tell me what changed.
Perhaps you would tell me what I misunderstood.
Perhaps you would tell me that everything we shared had meant something to you too.
But closure doesn’t always arrive from the person who left.
Sometimes it arrives when you stop asking questions that no longer have answers.
When you accept that the story happened, even if you never understood every chapter.
When you stop trying to make someone explain why they could no longer stay.
I still wish we had spoken.
But I am learning that silence can also be an ending.
We never said goodbye. I had to learn how to stop waiting for one.
