This is IT

 This time it’s real.

No matter what I feel.

You checked on me first and last thing each day,
 the fact that you knew how to reach out but you didn’t.
 It started flurry and now I had to walk away,
 I need to walk on, even though my heart couldn’t.
It will be okay soon and won’t be so sore
I shall pull through just like before
But it’s not fine to be writing at 1-ish
Seeing your name I might miss