Closure....

The thoughts are complex...
The feeling is numb...
Cause of the pain..
He had to succumb...

Life with its monotony...
Tries to hold on...
And after the irksome night...
The pain is all gone...
Just as the hour is...
darkest before the dawn....
The lines that are worse...
Are bound to be redrawn...

Letting go was never the deal...
You should have ended it...
With honour and zeal...
But these are virtues...
That are hard to come...
To a kind of person...
You have become...

Closure is what a person seeks...
To pretend he is okhay...
Despite his soul bleeds..

Come to think about..
What you had to do...
Persistence was the word...
And you both had been through...
Patience was a thing...
You never preferred...
A notion too simple...
Yet hard to construe...