I guess you're just something else cured by the medication and something else buried in the dirt. I guess you're just a part of my fragile spiralling fiction that I never quite could figure out. I guess you never had galaxies in your eyes or codes carved into your fingertips. And I guess I'll always dream about running so far back into my own memories, to before you, to somewhere you never were, so you can't haunt me any more.
I guess I'll call this closure.