You started it, and you finished it

It's funny how things come and go.
How I still can't get you out of my head.
It hurts; maybe stings. But just hardly.
Just enough that I remember, when you come my way.
What is a week? A week in my life, depending on how long I live, could seem like nothing.
It might sound completely insignificant, maybe to you.
But I won't forget it. Hopefully this isn't the last of it.
I'll find closure.

Like Bonnie said, "Oh well, another bus will come by soon enough. They always do."
It's funny how things come and go.