Closure

Closure

In the depths of contemplation, I ponder,

What focus shall my tale, my story, wander?

Shall it dwell on pain, or joys newfound?

Or the lessons learned, the relationship's ground?

Shall I delve into being cast as villain or hero,

Or reminisce of times when love did flow?

Unspoken truths, neglected moments untold,

Where does the tale, the narrative, unfold?

As I sit and muse, where do I commence?

Let's rewind, rewind to where it all commenced.

December, cold and crisp, the year 2021,

An encounter that set our destinies undone.

A simple task, to retrieve a dog, a quest,

Yet from that moment on, our fates were pressed.

If only we had left it at "hello" that day,

Perhaps our paths wouldn't have led this way.

No pain inflicted, no months of despair,

But fate had other plans, our lives to ensnare.

That memory lingers, haunting my mind,

A pivotal moment in the tapestry entwined.

If only we had parted ways back then,

But alas, we find ourselves in this predicament again.

A day after your birthday, a choice was made,

To delete, to release, to find a new crusade.

No longer shackled by your hold, your sway,

I found liberation in letting you fade away.

Several months later, a sudden reappearance,

What drives this change, this interference?

Uncertain of your motives, I hesitate,

To engage, to entangle, to reopen the gate.

As the date approaches, my resolve is tested,

To withdraw, to retreat, to avoid being bested.

Yet, a piece of my heart still yearns for closure,

To reclaim what's mine, to end this exposure.

But apprehension lingers, caution takes its stance,

As I brace for potential hurt, a defensive dance.

No longer your clown, no longer your pawn,

I uphold my standards, my boundaries drawn.

In the midst of this turmoil, my mind is besieged,

By thoughts of potential scenarios, memories breached.

Yet perhaps, in confronting you one last time,

I'll find the clarity to pen this tale of mine.

So let this meeting mark the end of our lore,

The conclusion of a chapter, the closing of a door.

For in facing you, I hope to find release,

And finally, let the words of my story find peace.

Awakening to Love

And then it happened, the shift profound,

Cast off the shadows, joy unbound.

No longer captive to past's dismay,

Embracing light in the present day.

Farewell to sorrows, bid adieu,

No more dwelling on what I once knew.

Tears and fears, now left behind,

Open heart, peace of mind.

Ready to love, with arms outstretched,

In the journey of hearts, no longer wretched.

Seeking a companion, a kindred soul,

To walk together, to make us whole.

*Photograph*

Browsing through my phone, I stumbled upon an image of us,

Transported back to when everything seemed harmless.

Here I sit, gazing at this photo in solitude,

Wondering, how did this situation come to include me?

Tears welled up as memories swiftly raced by,

Crying out, "Why, God, why did deceit find a tie?"

Where did our path take a detour so wrong?

Lying here, unsure of what steps to take,

Caught between a rock and a hard place, thoughts of you at stake.

With tears persisting, I feel lost and without a place,

The pain piercing the depths of my soul's embrace.

Why did I have to utter those words, bidding you farewell?

You seemed perfect, and now all that remains is to dwell.

Perhaps we weren't destined for this journey to be,

Examining this photo, I ponder a life with you and me.

Without intending to be improper in my reverie,

I yearn for the embrace of your arms around me.

Your soothing voice, a once comforting melody.

Now that you're absent, what path should I tread?

Only so many songs can be written, words left unsaid.

It's time to acknowledge an undeniable truth,

Reluctantly admitting, I fell in love with you.

Shadows of Forgiveness

Seated alone in an Italian restaurant, I overhear laughter from a nearby table. I glance over and catch sight of a young couple, their resemblance to a past I've fought to bury stirring up bittersweet memories. Tentatively, I watch as they share tender moments, a pang of nostalgia tugging at my heartstrings.

Returning to my meal, a wave of uncertainty crashes over me. My past relationships, a tangled mess of disappointment and heartache, weigh heavily on my mind. Swirling my fettuccine, I confront the lingering doubts and insecurities that haunt me. Can I ever truly forgive myself for the mistakes of the past?

The truth eludes me, buried beneath layers of self-doubt and regret. Despite my efforts to move forward, I find myself trapped in a cycle of pain and self-blame. But with each passing moment, I muster the courage to confront my inner demons and entertain the possibility of self-forgiveness.

Contemplating the road ahead fills me with trepidation. Can I shed the weight of the past and embrace a future defined by self-love and acceptance? It's a daunting endeavor, fraught with uncertainty and possibility.

But today, amidst the doubts, I make a solemn vow to myself. I will unburden myself of resentment and open my heart to a future illuminated by love and compassion. With a hesitant smile, I rise from my seat, prepared to embark on the journey toward self-forgiveness.

Stepping out into the night, I offer a silent word of thanks to the young couple who unknowingly sparked this moment of clarity. As I climb into my truck, a deafening alarm jolts me awake, reminding me of the distance between dreams and reality.

In the darkness of my room, I'm left grappling with the unsettling truth: to live authentically, I must confront my own self-doubt and learn to forgive myself. Though the path ahead may be fraught with challenges, it's a journey I'm determined to undertake.

Hunter’s Nightmare

Countless stars adorn the pre-dawn sky;

In Montana, the breeze whispers, bones it chills.

Within this vast forest, thoughts multiply;

Where leaves and snow create nature's stills.

Beneath a spruce, I patiently lie in wait;

Spying a doe in the distance, graceful and free.

A bull follows, oblivious to my fate;

Arrow poised, bow taut, anticipating my decree.

This moment, meticulously planned and choreographed;

As the arrow slices through the wintry air.

But alas, my perfect shot left me aghast;

As the beast, wounded, staggers with despair.

Why does he not succumb to the blow?

The aim true, yet the outcome defies expectation.

Realization dawns, my angle was too low;

The arrow exits, shattering my elation.

Amidst the forest's echoes, the beast retreats;

A hunter's dread, as prey slips from sight.

Another day, another chance to meet defeat;

Perhaps next time, a snare will set things right.

The Cry of Silence

Amidst the crowd's relentless symphony,

Our silence reigns, a disturbing harmony.

Words aren’t shared, yet stories unfold,

Your hidden anguish, a tale untold.

I inquire softly, "Are you alright?"

You nod, yet unrest clouds your sight,

Unease creeps in, a shadow in the light.

Unspoken whispers flood the air,

Anxiety coils, a lingering snare,

Dread hangs heavy, a burden we share.

Seeking comfort in words unsaid,

But awkward silence fills instead,

Doubts linger, a tangled thread.

Our eyes meet, yet we turn away,

Familiarity lost, in disarray,

A stranger's presence, a heart’s dismay.

This silence, a weight I can't ignore,

Unease settles, an unwelcome chore,

Do you feel it too, deep at our core?

Restless, the quiet consumes my will,

Discomfort rising, time stands still,

Yearning for escape, for a moment's thrill.

In the midst of this bustling crowd,

Our silence resonates a deafening sound.