A rush for the workbook,
Then a final party in the house,
And a cheese & wine session,
Ending with a blast at a nice club.

No, not really.
There is this crazy crappy feeling,
That I am still unable to get rid of.
(No it is not about the parting.)
This feeling sinks deeper,
When you can't let it out;
When it is something others are happy about,
It feels as if they are cheering at my misery.

But like May said,
One had always existed before two.

So that would be it.