“From a Junior to the Seniors”We’re forever tied together
in the continuous stream of time.
We stay awake and tolerate
each other’s quirky rhymes.
In a future fresh and bright
with endless opportunity,
time flew without pause
to your new home in a distant city.
Though we’ve only known each other
for just over a year,
I feel like I’ve met someone
I will forever keep near.
I know you’re not gone yet.
The coming time hasn’t come.
But I’m afraid I can’t stop thinking
of all the things we haven’t done.
Yet everything seems to happen
for a special specific reason.
The ending bell hasn’t rung;
the constellations were not in season.
But before you’re gone away
I will readily take advantage of
what little precious time we have,
and we’ll listen to the music we love.
We’ll parade wildly through the dorms
oblivious to inevitable oblivion.
Though beakers break and essays fail,
we will fearlessly carry on.
Borrowing lab coats, cemetery strolls,
Roaming boldly through the halls
Our stride is confident with purpose:
to tear down the walls
That hinder us from fulfilling
our glowing true potential.
We must let go of bitterness
for this freedom is essential.
Delving high and soaring deep
hearts and minds free of angst
We all confuse our oppressors.
Their expressions are mere blanks.
I’ll never forget these moments,
not one single late-night text.
I’m facing a future, terrifying and vast.
I am patiently awaiting what’s next.
Though magnificent buildings may topple
and the J Drive won’t open,
the braids of friendship we have woven
through college will never be broken.
"A Wedding in Spring"
The Bradford is dressed again
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