Unfinished Buissness

I never got closure

from us,

from everything we were.

I'm not sure I want it anymore.

I want a part of me to always be yours,

but it's not healthy.

I want to keep your image in my heart forever,

but it's starting to hurt.

I need closure,

I know I do.

But it almost seems better

to keep the hope of us in me somewhere,

the hope that maybe,

just maybe,

we will find each other in a few years,

and I could have you again.

I hope for this reunion too much,

I know I do.

I honestly was thinking about going to your college,

showing up in the rain,

and telling you that I'm still in love,

even after all these years.

Apart of me needs us to be unfinished business.

So, I'm not going to reach out,

I'm not going to meet you at coffee shop

and get my closure.

I refuse to erase you from my mind.

You and I will remain unfinished business,

until one day,

we will both be old and grey and, on our deathbeds,

in each other's arms.

I can't promise much,

you know that,

I never have,

but I promise you,

I will die helplessly, desperately, madly in love you.