Frame + Essence
February 23, 2017
Elegy for a Sophomore Undergraduate Having Pulled Her First All-Nighter
I first came upon You when You were but a freshman
The light shone in Your eyes
You asked me
Architecture I answered questions about architecture
And yet now I see You
Dull and lifeless, keeled over Your
An empty coffee cup dribbling on Your shoes
O For You there will be no more crying
No more pin ups or quick naps on the carpet in the pit
Never more will
You see the sun rise over the grisly grey of the balcony
A wrapper from the vending machine clenched tightly in Your sweaty fingers
They ask me where You have gone
What shall I say — ?
That You have slipped between the cracks of this, our treacherous existence?
That You have stumbled and dropped off this mortal plane?
Shall I lament Your passing, carve Your name into the still and cold walls of our shared tomb?
No– I shall say of You only
She dropped the major