One step at a time.
Living close to campus
meant zero curfews.
Could go home at midnight
if my heart wanted to.
Hardly do I ever see
the same person next to me.
Perhaps some stopped coming to class,
couldn’t stand the warm seats.
Bored from studying all alone?
Just give my floormate a heads up.
“Hey, I’ll be over in 5.”
“Sure, I’m not even dressed up.”
Out of bread and milk?
Just walk down two streets.
“But I really want Ethiopian food.”
“Even closer, but only if you can handle the heat.”
Unless you were on the Olympic route,
college was a time to explore.
Four years to figure it out,
but I’m still yearning for more.