LOVE Poem: If We’d Met In Freshman Year, by Jake Hopkins

I often wonder of my time here
If we’d met in freshman year.
It’s just a thought that I explore,
But could it have been something more?

I know not when this thought began
No matter how far back I scan.
I know you started the same as me
Pursuing a very different degree.

The first thing about you I’d note
Was the style of your coat.
Its shade was the most vibrant green
But unlike anything else I’d seen.

You looked like you’d stepped out of time.
Back when books cost just a dime.
And people lived with altered sight
Joking the world was black and white.

But that line’s just a lie, I swear,
Seeing the color of your hair.
A deep set tone, yet only one,
The color of the rising sun.

It’s hard to think you were always there.
The thought’s almost too much to bear.
That you were here and it was true,
I was too blind to notice you.

When first we spoke I remember
For it was only this September.
Near the end of August, and I am sure
That the memory will endure.

I heard you speak of your beliefs.
Of writing and different motifs.
And while I know it sounds absurd,
I was hanging on to every word.

I think I’ll never know the way
That you enchant each word you say.
You give them all a life of their own.
Even if it’s wholly unknown.

It may not have been long since then,
But I’d like to think I’ve found a friend.
One who just learned that I exist
And one who will be dearly missed.

I’ve heard you sing, I’ve heard you laugh.
I’ve seen your face turn red with wrath.
And all the while I wonder how
I’m only just meeting you now.

I often wonder of my time here
If we’d met in freshman year.
I curse whatever twist of fate
Made me meet you far too late.

I don’t know if there’s greater plan,
After all, I’m only a man.
It’s just a thought that I explore,
But I wish it could have been something more