you hear the word
closure
all day long, into the night.
everyone seeking
closure, whining about love gone wrong.
I use it all
the time too, but for more
than just a failed relationship,
this morning I had closure
on a pot roast I made
last week,
I couldn't look at it
any longer
and tossed it out.
it sat in a big dish
on a refrigerator shelf,
cold and mocking me
each time I opened the door,
a week of eating roast beef
was more than I could stand.
I had to move on.
I found closure, dropping
it into a large
green bag for the curb.
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