I wrote this poem when thinking about my time with my friends at the college I graduated from. In the beginning of the Fall semester in Steubenville, there would be a huge event in the town called “First Fridays' '. I wanted to write what it felt like to be there in the moment of my “good times”, which in reality was just building up to unhealthy interactions with others. I cherished the time with my friends only after I had left, I decided that it was right to describe my experiences there with them. This poem is meant to encapsulate the feeling of enjoying your youth, being a part of the crowd with your friends, the young love with a girl… etc. There is a slight undertone in the writing I wanted to convey as everything is not perfect. Rather, it is the memories we don’t block out we hold onto while shifting away the rest. We waste time with the people we think we’ll always see everyday when in actuality one day we’ll have to go separate ways.
I loved my days with them, it was so sweet and amazing to have had real genuine friends. I had entered college the fall before Covid-19 rocked my state by storm. I didn't have real friends before going to Franciscan University whatsoever. My best friend at my last college flat out told me during the lockdowns that they had only talked to me because they knew I was lonely. It was pretty sad, but I had real friends I could trust and love here. Some have graduated alongside myself, some are still there for a bit. But I will always cherish my time with them.
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