a student of political science

oh how it’s easy to miss the simplicity of study
where one wakes up and finds a library in the basement
a rumpus room down the hall
a kitchen nearby
and a packed chamber of friends only moments away

I liked the couches. I liked the friends
that would sit on the couches all day
some who stayed overnight, perhaps a little too close
to that social interaction they found

I liked the breaks. I liked the moments
where we were obviously too loud when we talked
about the horrendous teachings of one of our enemies
and pretended we knew more than three degrees’ worth
of York education.

I liked the time spent where I didn’t care about
my ghastly long ponytail and how it looked to everyone
where we drank and laughed in the campus pub
and forgot we were only geekier than the computer science nerds.

I liked the atmosphere and I never forgot how lousy
two years prior had been.

it’s easy to long for that feeling again.
it’s easy to pretend it was more than just spare time
spent with similarly headed individuals
devoid of much else contact on the gargantuan concrete
and mortar space they called a university.

it’s easy to think that all problems could be solved
had only we lingered a little longer
or thought out loud the real truths of the day and of the future.

nostalgia has a wonderful way to paint the past in rose coloured hues.
did I mention I like red?