Our last gaze, no longer than three seconds,
We felt it in us; this is our last time.
No words were said,
Yet we knew that we were no longer connected.
Where laughter used to live in us,
A void was now present.
We felt it all, every single last trace
Of what once was.
Everything became heavy,
Carrying memories of yesterday.
Whispering voices surrounding our every thought,
A reminder of what once was.
We were once intertwined, hearts one,
Once more, now nothing.
Where eyes used to meet and stay,
Strangers were now looking at each other,
Glimpsing at what used to be.
The warmth in your smile was gone,
That warmth that used to calm when needed.
Now silence fills us,
Reminding us how far apart we drifted.
A quiet ending wrapped in three seconds,
No tears, no sound, only truth,
The goodbye that was never spoken.
That moment was our last.
The reason I wrote this poem was that I saw a familiar face, not too long ago, and I just had a feeling that I wouldn't see them after that, so I just wrote what I was feeling at that moment, somewhat like a final word to them. The writing process for my poem involved brainstorming how to organize all my thoughts and avoid overwriting. I then put everything on paper and added and removed sentences that didnt add up to what I was trying to say. I used imagery in my piece to bring the reader into the moment it all happened, so that they could really feel it. I used metaphors to compare my feelings to physical things without the use of “like” or “as,” and I used repetition to really capture that this moment was the last time we would see each other. I structured my poem as a narrative structure, with every stanza telling its own story. I don't really have a literary influence, but I can say that every poet who writes poetry has a beautiful way of drawing someone in.