The top: my closure

Chubby fingers gripped round conic toy
rubbing it between pressed palms, determined
Little one opens her hands, releasing
off it spins on wooden floor
Yesterday, on top of the world
Nothing could damper my spirit
Then you spoke those final words
And confirmed the unthinkable betrayal true
Twirling top bounces off the wall
Topples over on its side, stopped
She toddles to its resting place
Looking at finality before moving on
There’s nothing left to hope for
Your sentiment was clear to me
this closing understanding becomes my release
My spirit, though grieving, rises again.

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