Closure- sure. close.

I know this poet-

he tangles with words

and sure enough,

we may never find closure.

but he would say:

close

sure.

(and those are his words, not mine.)

(for I use parenthesis)

Thesis?

We dance on clouds, we drift over each night

waiting for the day.

and when it does arrive-

it is empty and burdened.

Bird? End?

(small smile)

don't forget that night.

That day.

The sleepwalking dreams of the past.

For they brought us here

and we will always be

linked.

 

Done