Happens every time.
No matter how slippery or elusive the ring chains are connected
There is always a sense of loss when they break.
I hope her twenty-one hour flight back to her home is safe
I pray that she will be blessed tremendously
I’m thankful that she was a great roommate.
We meet the most random people
Share snippets of our lives
Barely know each other
Yet know the smell of their shampoo
or type of takeout or alcohol,
or the times they leave for class.
It’s weird yet so normal.
That three people from completely different worlds
Would be distant yet close.
Knowing each other when plumbing needed fixing
Or when we get locked out of rooms.
I assume
The smell of detergent penetrating the air from laundry
Or the smell of clouds that drench the air on the weekends
will not be missed.
I can’t deny the fact though that the sound of doors closing and
The image of her rolling two suitcases with a backpack
In the slightest way makes me sigh.
