we arrive
into this New World,
and explore
our passions
our obstacles
each other
but still
this space is not yet mine
we grow
making it ours,
tracing moments, and places
that Desk
that Room
that Drive
overlapping zones of stressful love
with strangers, friends, and More
this space is mine
we return
and trace the paths we once did every day
side by side
separated from yourself by minutes, years, and change
because when you look back
the spaces in the corners in your mind
will not be filled with that Curve,
that Number
does not value all you have touched
what matters is
the feeling of That Chair at That Study Spot
surrounded by the faces that feel like home
Or That Walk to That Building you could do (and have done) blind and lost
These spaces were mine
we look down at this map
and see your footprints from where you have gone
in that House, on that path
in that once unfamiliar City
from what you didn’t know to what you now understand
and your fingerprints from where you have touched
that Bed, that Coffee Cup, those Books
you exist there then, now, and for time to come
for within these spaces
you have created an extraordinary world
—on college and beyond #foreverduke
Michaela Domaratzky is a Trinity senior.
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