I think
Never getting closure,
Is a lot like being sent to voicemail
When you're trying to call someone
And they send you a text that says
"Hang on"
But then they never return the call.
You never told me directly
To "Hang On"
Or even "I'll call you back later"
But neither did you say goodbye
And I was stupid enough to only see
"Hang on"
I saw it in every unspoken word.
Between every texted line
I was told to "Hang on"
I'm still here by the way
Hanging on
Hanging on to every word you ever said
I'm hanging on
Clinging to the little ledge on the edge
Of the issue filled void of trust
I'm hanging on
Ignoring the pain that's not in my arms
But in my heart
And it's not only strain that comes from holding on
It's the burn out that comes
From fighting the logic my brain throws at it
It's the throbbing chasm of loneliness
That was made by burning every bridge while I obsessed over you
It's the grieving part of me
That I shoved to the side
And stuffed in the corner of my mind
Because I'm still here
Hanging on
I'm still here waiting for you
Checking my phone
To see if I missed your call
When I know I should just leave the phone alone
And find my own closure
Unrelated to your formal goodbye
YOU ARE READING
My Unofficial Truths
PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
