The Last Meeting Poem by Suraj Samtani

O dear.
The feeling's bleak,
And I do feel weak.
Since over a week I've been trying to tell you,
But even you were buzy too.

It may be too late
To have more of a wait.
I should've told you earlier,
but mustering the courage hasn't been easier.
Time's against us.
And we better not make a fuss.

Let the unsaid
Be said.
And the unheard
Be heard.
Again when we meet,
We may not have our feet.
Good luck on your journey far and high,
May your success reach the sky,
but your heart still be something no one can ever buy.