Only for Myself

My Agnostic Scapular

It doesn't mean
any less
to me.
It'll sit on my chest
for the rest of my life.
It was given not
out of love,
but as a
physical manifestation
of vulnerability
and an offering
of
abundant love.
What hurts is the absence of
closure.
I don't understand and it seems
I'll never know.
It still is a
treasure.
One that I can cherish,
reminiscent of
happier times.
But I don't love you anymore.
And I feel some relief in that.