
Camaraderie forced upon us,
enemies on the street
but roommates behind these walls,
we’re not so different after all.
I never would have thought, never would have known —
foes turned friends.
Walking up and down four flights of stairs
because we can't miss bacon on Sundays,
freezing cold temps,
short choppy steps making sure we don't fall.
It feels like the coldest winter ever,
but at least we're not alone.
If I would have known what summer was like out east,
I would appreciate the coldest winter a little more. | ME