College Feels

And I hope
Hope that my walls remain grey
And my bookshelf stays full.
I hope my friends follow me,
And things won't change
Too much.
I hope this house doesn't get so empty
And that "goodbye" won't become familiar.
Because I,
Don't want to leave.
And even though,
I have time,
I know that this ends quick.
And just like rivers,
We move on through.
Pushing,
Coursing,
Getting bigger and stronger.
But this,
I doubt I'll never not miss.
Because for now,
I am not ready
Quite yet.