End semester, C Block corridor

The semester ends

not with a dramatic moment

but with a Tuesday afternoon

when I submit the last practical file

and the submission portal

says: received.

In the corridor

someone is playing music

from a phone speaker

too small for the sound it's trying to make.

My roommate is already packing.

My plant is already dying

because I keep forgetting to water it

during exam season.

Four months happened.

Most of it was ordinary.

Some of it I will carry

for a long time.

I don't know which parts yet.

I won't for a while.