It has been four hours since we last spoke,
I have this inerasable smile on my face which has me woke.
His exams are commencing on Tuesday,
Mines are close to ending on that day.
I have missed him- what else can I say?
He brings joy with little arguments.
We argue about conspiracy theories,
Different physicist who exist.
Or existed today,
As it was Richard Feynman's 100th birthday.
We also discuss quantum mechanics,
The difference between physics and engineering.
After these conversations of laughter and pleasure,
Only did I realize after,
That missing him is the dreaded ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem