Wrote this poem quite a while ago, back when I was in quarantine. Not loving it, but definitely brought back memories, so thought I would share it with y'all.
I still remember the day
when I turned away
from campus
without a second thought
about when I'd be returning.
No worries on my mind,
no mask on my face,
I rode home on the bus
thinking I wouldn't miss the place.
But now months later,
I just want to return
to the buildings and gardens
and sea of green.
It's been so long
since we've seen each other
stuck in our homes
with only our devices to talk to.
Hey, Alexa,
hey, Google,
hey, Siri and Cortana,
how much longer
until I can return?
YOU ARE READING
SCRIPTUM | A Short Story Collection
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