Revisiting the Quad

Once again I come back to this place,
Familiar paths, my footsteps trace,
I sit down, taking in the sights one more time,
And the memories begin to flow, like a beautiful old rhyme,
The sound of footsteps and I raise my head,
My eyes seek out those faces but I see strangers instead,
I wish they’d walk in, those two beautiful girls,
The one with the flowing long hair and the one with those lovable curls,
Can’t see my friend ‘Patlu’ walking in,
Nor hear her say ‘Motu’ and then exchange a grin,
No more do I hear those pathetic, sarcastic jokes,
That left me in splits and stumped the other blokes,
All the swearing and shouting and histrionics now amiss,
Those inuendos, those puns, those word games back I wish,
The abandoned coffee shop that we occupied for hours,
In the 15-minute breaks, yeah I know, you’re wondering ‘15’ and ‘hours?’
But that was college life, the way we did live,
To have it all back, an arm and a leg I’d give,
The love that was given but more that was had,
The kind that’d pick you up, if ever you were sad,
And I miss my two loves, with their over-sized handbags,
How I long to hear ‘I love you Biks!’ now that my heart sags,
I wanna be embarrassed with one more hug,
I don’t wanna let go of this moment with just a shrug,
‘Patlu,’ 'Flowery language,' 'Punny guy,' ‘Curls’ & ‘Straight long hair,’
I’m sitting in the quad, wishing you were here…