Fine Writes #5: “END” (Original Poem)

E N D

I’ve always waited
for the time;
The time where
every little thing sinks in

Since that day
you were nothing;
like a never ending void
through space

I stopped searching you
through the mutuals
I stopped wondering
if you were okay

I stopped wondering
how your day was
I stopped thinking
about you

I thought everything would
never stop
Until one day I realized,
I’m whole again—without you.