As matter-of-factly as could be,
they announced the Closure
everyone had been seeking
would be here very soon,
on a yet to be determined date.
No one had really ever thought
they’d get there in this lifetime,
but here it was, officially, with fanfare,
paper rain, and balloons. Closure
at last. The Emotional
End Game would be played
to a stop on a big field, nationally and
globally broadcast, and no
ties would be allowed. There would be
clear winners and obvious losers,
appropriate prizes and genuine remorse.
We got ready. Cleaned out
the closets and pulled strings of lights
from the basements, tried to cobble
up some festivity for this once in a lifetime
festival of Closure. We sat the kids down
and told them back stories to explain
why Closure was so important. We had
threads and comments running
for days, so much so that social media
shut down frequently, and we scrambled
off to cafes and bars to keep the dialogue
going. Some tried to squeeze in
complicated developments of ongoing
dramas to get them included in what was coming;
some dug up the past, some projected
into the future. Truth be told,
none of us knew what to expect
until yesterday when with great ceremony
they came forward and told us Closure would happen
a week from Thursday after the sun
goes down, after the lights come on;
then we’ll see a show.
For now we’re all just sitting
tight. No one’s fighting,
sighing or grieving much. We hold
tight to those we love in a semblance
of peace and harmony. Nod to each other
on the street. Make love as needed
and agreed upon, step into solitude
whenever we desire. Closure is
on the way. We don’t know how it will feel
but we are practicing, and uneasy lie the heads
that must shut all these open, creaking doors
one week from Thursday, once and for all.
