I lost you a long time ago,
and death didn’t even have to come knocking on your door.
There was no isolated incident that caused us to end,
because there was no real beginning.
There was something, and then there was nothing,
not because we didn’t want “it” or “us,”
but because we weren’t meant to be.
Once I truly accepted reality and woke up from a prolonged dream,
closure was no longer something I desired from you.
I simply chose to make it myself.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott