senior year feels like sunday

I'm a senior in college

The dryer in my first year dorm ate my socks

I used to nap too long and miss the dining hall hours

I remember exactly what my roommate and I’s room smelled like freshman year

I miss that smell

I share a door with my best friend in my apartment

I hear him singing

He hears me talking

I will probably never share a door with him again

My other roommate, she whistles alot

We make each other laugh

They’ve seen every version of me

Like my siblings

Like this campus

We have made rituals from nothing

I am now so close

To strangers I didnt know

I get happy

Running into people I love

We won’t put our shoes on the same rack next year

Will they miss each other too?

I know my way around now

I am loyal to my spots

They know me at the library down the street

They know me at the candle store

I like it alot

I am restless

But alive

I feel it all

I know so much

But nothing at all

My posters have dreams

Just like me

My plants dance

As I sleep

Moments here sit in my pocket

Heavy and bittersweet

I remember exactly how I did my hair on the first day of school

Its my special occasion hairstyle

It feels so long ago

Senior year feels like sunday

-j

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