For Day 2 of our Fresher’s Memoirs, Holly provides a touching poem of Night one at university, waiting for a message from her long-distance partner.
Night one without him is not
lonely yet, but too quiet.
It is not yet cold, in fact
it’s quite muggy, but I can sense a chill.
Not yet at a point with no one there,
the phone is there, but a phone
is not his voice delivered with a gentle breath,
just “seen: 10:41pm” and a brief delay.
A signal must cross a thousand miles,
I suppose, to get to him over there.
Night one, and though the distance
is yet to settle like dust,
in this one night my sap has been split,
and I am but a husk
Holly Wilson
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