My life closed twice before its close
Emily Dickinson, 1896
Emily Dickinson's short poem on two partings, each as hard to bear as death.
My life closed twice before its close;It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven,And all we need of hell.