Last Poem

The words flow at 4 am
My wildest hour is upon me
I'm buried in a mountain
Of unfamiliarity
Assignments
New friends
Old insecurities

And my eyes search for you

I will never see you again
I didn't get to say goodbye.
Do you know that you moved me?
You brought me closer to myself

Your absence is familiar
It is how it should be
This is my farewell
My thoughts will keep finding you
My heart will not be still
There is still a sense of being unfinished

Despite it all,
This is my final rendition
The articulation stops here.
At the end of this poem.