My Journey

Your Rutgers hoodie falling just above my knee

Is the only familiar thing in this city.

How did we get here?

I never wanted to wait for you,

For anyone.

The crisp air rattles the leaves above my head

And I pull your sleeves over my hands.

Suddenly, the cold autumn air feels warmer

And I look up to see you coming.

I never wanted to wait for you,

Or anyone.

And yet, here I find myself,

Waiting.

And I know

I’d wait anywhere for you.