this gene-deep certainty that things will be different,

that you'll move to another city

and meet the people that'll be the friends

for the rest of your life,

that you'll fall in love and be fulfilled.

Fucking fulfillment, heh, and closure,

whatever the fuck those two--

Fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm,

and nothing is ever fulfilled

until the very end, and closure--

No. No, no. Nothing is ever over.