By Amanda Curran
When I left my college dorm four weeks ago, I thought I would be back
Waving goodbye to my best friends didn’t feel so sad
I would see them again
COVID-19 is just a virus
These ransacked, barren-shelved grocery stores are just an overreaction
But one week turned to two
And now I’m home till August
But now I can’t go back
No more game nights
No more chipotle runs
No more warm lights
No more “I just missed you” hugs
No more sushi dates
No more sophomore year of college
The walls that used to echo laughter now sit empty
Room 415 calls us back, wanting one more game of Blitz
Memories fill the space, but there is always extra room for more
And we are left wishing just to be back
Instead of enjoying the college life, I am locked away in my room
Instead of being friendly in stores, I cringe when someone comes close
Instead of exploring the stream in the warm spring weather, I am lazily lying in bed
Instead swinging on the tire swing, I am constantly fearing the outside world
My life will go back to normal
I will see my best friends again
I will get back into my perfect crazy
When that day will be?
I’m not quite sure
