There was the pain of solitude
 ----- in that sea of youthful mass.
There was the joy of soulmates
 ----- in that breath of alcohol.
There was my place to belong.
There was my mind to make up.
There were my classes to blow off.
There were my parents to worry.
There were my faults to forget.
There were my strengths to improve.

A colossal waste of money....

Only two things
I’ve learned are
True:
Tears
When I’m in Communion
With the world and
My love for her.

rjw, 8/28/95