There are some endings that do not end when the person leaves. They stay in the body. In the way you pause before opening an old chat. In the way certain roads, songs, dates, and hours of the day begin to feel heavier than they should. Closure is often spoken of as if it is a conversation, an apology, a final message, or one last clear answer. But life does not always give people that dignity. Sometimes closure is not given. It is built. A temple cannot erase memory. It cannot make betrayal fair. But it can give the mind a different rhythm. It can make pain sit beside silence long enough for truth to emerge.
