Aviva Maxon ‘24
Staff Writer
Home and longing
Somehow always lead me back to thinking of you
And wondering
When we will reconcile
The warm fall air,
Wraps around my arms
Like the leaves you would throw
And the dog that would chase us
And the songs we would sing
And now
years since we’ve talked
The air isn’t so comforting
And neither are my memories
And a text hello
Means so much more
Then I could’ve ever imagined
The warm fall air,
Feels like summer
And the memories of us
Playing in the park
Running after the dog
And down the slide
And the dark empty nights
Remind me of when you first left,
Running to our parents’ bed
Wondering when you would be back
Hoping you wouldn’t forget me.
Hoping
Hoping
Hoping
Image Source: Lake Geneva
