2 old(er) poems because i can't find my new one

from here it looks like
that puddle is peircing a hole straight through the concrete

looking at this campus like its foreign
it starts to feel that way
looking for anyone I know here
finding no one today
meeting someone new
but i'm taken

seeing you then,
sitting on the grey steps
the one i introduced to this
and now
looking at you
sitting on the steps,
digging through your backpack
excited
something to share
not with me
i just keep walking
i don't say hi

we are almost done here
it begins to disappear
not going here with you anymore
no literature friends
discussions
drinks
theories

and now we split paths,
you will go on to another life like this
and i'll move in another direction
not meant to be where you go

and on my way home
i step into the puddle
that reflects a world on campus