Goodbye to the View

This is a poem about the view out of my dorm window (I lived on the 27th floor) and how much I'm going to miss it, since I just finished my Freshman year of college.

As I sit here,

staring out of a smudged window

that we never could get clean,

I wonder to myself if I could taste

the stars on my tongue like dusted sugar.

If I could reach a hand out to the sky

and bring back a palm full of murky, black water.

I wonder if the lights,

blinking in the distance like sparklers on the 4th of July,

will ever consider me the way I consider them.

If the buildings ever realise what they hold inside themselves.

That they teem with life,

like an anthill under a magnifying glass.

Everything is magnified here.

Feelings are immediate and inescapable.

Everything is now.

Everything is strong.

I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

If this place has changed me,

wonderfully and irreparably.

I think I would let myself be torn apart in leaving,

if only I got to stare at this sky for an hour more.

Author's Note

I just finished my Freshman year of college, and I was feeling really nostalgic and sad about leaving. I lived on the 27th story, as I mentioned, and the view out the window was always my roommates' and I's favourite part of living there. My first night with my roommates was spent sitting in chairs, staring out at the city lights and talking about life.

My last night there, I couldn't sleep, and so I sat on our air conditioner and stared out the window for one last time, thinking about my year.

My Freshman year of college was probably one of the best years of my life.