Closure

Sometime you are forced to choose
   to let it go
and see the ends remain loose
  just so.

Damaging it may seem to others
  friend or foe
holding on could make it only worse
  you know

The time, the energy, the soul
  invested
infuriating it was, the whole 
  appeared wasted

Path of reason was to detach
  not falter
taking that path was so much
  though harder

The job remained undone
  years passed by
bitterness was never a solution
  in my eye

Difficult people also meet difficulties
  and get wise
they may not plan so but life can be a tease
  they realise
 
Satisfaction of completion
  had to wait for that moment
closure to that chapter did happen
  so late that a non-event

Finally!

One would imagine that after nearly a decade of teaching, an academic would become organized enough, experienced enough and composed enough to be rather unaffected by the starting and finishing of a semester. Quite the contrary, as the end-sem exam is going on I am awash with an immeasurable sense of relief, want to break into a jig and stomp on some bubble wrap if it was around. It is high time that the horns that I tend to grow and the claws that I draw out during term time can start receding and I hope that I can find the way back to being myself again soon enough.