Companionship | Henry Lytle ’23

I sit and wait. Two months ago, I sat in this same position, crossed-legged, my arm outstretched. Instead of holding this pillow, I was grasping onto you. The stars whisper, “1:15AM.” My body aches from the pack I carried, yet my mind yearns for more of you. You blanket me in safety and cuddle me in warmth. You are adventure. You are friendship. You are love. I wouldn’t have wanted anything else. But now I wait here, one week, for you to return and reweave the tapestry. You can check out anytime you like, but you will never leave me. You are not a physical thing, you can’t be tied down, but if I loosen my knot, you might just float downstream. You are such a lovely place.

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