Closure (for Geoffrey Stout)
Some may call it closure...
Although it opens up one's soul.
It takes losing part of who we are.
To finally make us whole.
It's only once we've faced the hurt,
And only then, the healing starts.
That which we can't hold in our hands
We'll hold forever in our hearts.
It's not about the commitments that we've made,
It's the commitments that we've kept.
Although we've come to say farewell,
He walks beside us, every step.
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