I miss you… Ever since you left I don’t know where to eat and I am hungry without you. I can’t keep going to Cane’s every time the Cafe serves fish. I hope you are proud of me. I can now eat all by myself with no fear. Now that’s what I call character development, but this is not about me. It’s about how you welcomed me, you were my Welcome Weekend. Some people don’t know who you are and it shows.
Half of the school doesn’t know who you are and I don’t know who to turn to. Ever since May 3rd, 2018, you are just a memory, a vision, a dream. The best way to describe you is basically describing what a 7-Eleven is but 7-Eleven could never do what you did.
You gave me comfort. You gave drumstick cones. You gave me frozen hamburgers. You gave me a toaster when I wasn’t allowed to have one in my room. You gave me a place to spend all of my flex in one week. You gave me belonging but most of all you gave me Totino’s Pizza Rolls.
I will start with my freshmen year before I knew what to-go-boxes were. You gave me my first meal in my dorm, even if it came from a microwave. I still remember sitting in the prayer room watching Netflix while eating a hot pocket (you know you did this too…)
You don’t know how good you have it till its gone *tear.* The sacrifices you made, making it your last curtain call. There’s a special place for you in heaven. The feeling of missing you is like the first 10 minutes of “Up,” I can’t stop thinking about you. In fact, your story deserves a Pixar movie called, “Out of Flex.”
Don’t even get me started on the Minute-Maid ice cream you gave, on those hot days you were my lifesaver. Even if half of the food was just packaged meals from the cafe– three-layered peanut butter jelly sandwich, pasta that made my stomach feel funny, salads that had questionable sauces–I still cherish you. Lunchables, detergent, Advil, cough drops, pads, toilet paper, deodorant –I could get all of this with my flex. I know what freedom looks like, I know my worth.
People at Vanguard still talk about you but nothing beats experience. It’s like I’m “Iron Man,” but you, like “Spiderman,” vanished. Do I have to wait five years for you to come back to me? I ask myself, who is Thanos?
Though, before I end I would like to write the poem I have for you. It’s short and sweet but impactful, just how your legacy was.
More like Gonetakes
Rest easy friend,
– Hungry and sad