Carpenter's Closure

They say closure is a myth

There's no need to recap

The events that transpired and led to this gap

That formed between two.

One's here, one's there

Exponential space in a queue

Opposing sides of a bridge whose flames burned blue

So true it may be, the desire for answers grows by the hour

As imaginary talks go on in the shower 

and the cranial arguments grow louder and louder

"Send that message!"

"Why bother!? Nothing will change!"

"You don't know that!"

"Oh, shut up!" 

You start to sound deranged

 as this gap you possess feels more like a cage

Whose key is vocal

A quick question, "Why?

Why did you choose to make me cry and leave me on this side as you go on, unaffected, as the days go by?"

And the longer you try

To reach towards the other side, the bridge that burned like the morning sky will have changed

To a new one, how strange. The endpoint has shifted

Traveled to a new path

Meant for the gifted that chose to move on

And the only way to reach is to bridge the gap anew

and hope this one doesn't have that violet hue, but even to those that don't agree: 

closure is a myth

It takes a true carpenter to see