I search for the light in you and get disappointed when nothing grows.

Closure feels like closing things that were once pried open with giving hands. But, I’m not as angry as I once was. I’m the silence. I’m the burnt edges. I’m the stillness in the water. I’m the warmth before lightening strikes.

And if you can’t hold these things gently then go make fists and punch through walls of homes you built up and could never keep. The ones you swore would be permanent.

The wolves are hungry and waiting outside, so you better move quickly. Sneak out the door past nightfall. Leave it unlocked. Cover your path with every shortcoming and maybe they won’t catch up to you, after all. -AMT©️