When the semester ended, I was asked to write a poem for our Quinquatria, and that seemed doable enough. But after many attempts (and failures), I came to the conclusion that I don’t actually have to write a poem. So internalizing that, I wrote a farewell:
This isn’t a poem.
This is a farewell to the city that sheltered and loved me for more than half a year.
This is a farewell to the freezing mezzanine and the lobby that always felt a little too small.
This is a farewell to the slow elevator and the mess that was the kitchen.
This is a fuck you to the construction noise that kept me from sleeping and a fuck you to the virus that split us apart too early.
This is a thank you to Fiona, with her patience and love.
This is a thank you to my roommates, for dealing with my bullshit.
This is an ‘I miss you’ to my friends, there are more of you than I thought.
This is a ‘hello’ to the uncertainty of life and to the unpredictability that I hate.
This is an ‘I’m sorry’ to myself for waiting and being unable to do the things that I still wanted to do.
This is an ‘I forgive you’ to me from me and an ‘I’m still proud of you’ for doing the things that you did.
This is a ‘see you soon’ to all of you.
And a ‘not soon enough.’
This is an ‘I love you’ to the people I care about – you.