Not Quite Home

Going to university, for me, means long bus rides through places I haven’t really been to before. It also means looking out of the window a lot and wondering about these places, where some things are the same as home but some things overwhelmingly aren’t. As such, I ended up writing a poem about this very thing–and here it is!

Not Quite Home

These maroon blazers
are not the same–
they speak of home,
as do the blue,
but the tone they have
speaks for itself–
this is not home,
and cannot be.

Remember the blue
that we wore–
you and I,
in years gone by–
not only do others wear our colour
but these colours are not ours,
and never were,
and never will be.

Their buildings soar,
while ours were comfortable–
small, I suppose–
and they collect outside the gates,
tall, imposing gates,
in a way that we never could have,
never did,
and now, cannot again.

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