I dreamt of all the friends I've been missing
The ones I couldn't stop
from getting swallowed
by the sand
from the hour glass
sitting at the edge of
my dresser
The ones that became
victims of my endless hours
of essays and double shifts
The ones who sent text messages
that got swept beneath emails
from professors and managers
The ones who dialed my number
while I was in the shower
too many times in a row
and gave up
before I could answer
The ones who knocked
on my door while I
was away
The ones who will always
smell like summer
when I think of them
And the ones who will
always have a locker combination
in my memory
I dreamt of their hands
on my shoulders
and their laughter
warming the cool air
around me
But I woke up
in my bed
All alone
in my own home
Feeling terribly
Homesick
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
I dreamt of all the friends I've been missing
The ones I couldn't stop
from getting swallowed
by the sand
from the hour glass
sitting at the edge of
my dresser
The ones that became
victims of my endless hours
of essays and double shifts
The ones who sent text messages
that got swept beneath emails
from professors and managers
The ones who dialed my number
while I was in the shower
too many times in a row
and gave up
before I could answer
The ones who knocked
on my door while I
was away
The ones who will always
smell like summer
when I think of them
And the ones who will
always have a locker combination
in my memory
I dreamt of their hands
on my shoulders
and their laughter
warming the cool air
around me
But I woke up
in my bed
All alone
in my own home
Feeling terribly
Homesick
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