Closure is grief.

Grief from making a promise, just to suffer keeping it to the end.

Closure is brief.

A brief respite from embracing a cardinal sin.

Closure is an uneasy sigh.

The uneasy sigh before a total breakdown.

Closure is a teary eye.

The kind of feelings you wish you never found.

Unfamiliar territory,  Unfamiliar feelings, the presence of being a sham.

Closure, oh closure, what a fucking scam

Uneasy breathing.
Runny nose.
The feeling of conceding.
Steel railing cold against your toes.

Of my family, please admonish.

Wind rushing all around me,

Keep your promise.