salience

Can you picture it??
You're there, in the middle of his suite.
And even though it's his, it's yours too.
All those plants, they've created their own jungle in this dorm.

But it fits. It makes sense.
'Cause his people are your people and your people are his.

There's no line anymore.
It's your world and what you understand.

And they're laughing and play-wrestling, smiling. Amusing one another in the inside ways they've made habit and come to expect. And you're there, watching. Just like he was there last night for your suite's first home cooked dinner.

Smiling, watching.
They all were.
And they make you laugh.
And you wait for it.
That smile on his face, the real one.
When he's happy, and you know he wants to be here.
With these people. With you.

And even though it's been so long.
And camp was so much more challenging than you anticipated.
Physically, emotionally, psychologically.
Leading and being responsible for 193 of your closest friends.
And your shelves are full of books again.
And classes start tomorrow.
And BC neon is Brand Name!! illuminated again.

But it's the start of senior year. This is it. These people are your people. Those people at that rehearsal, and then those at that other rehearsal are yours too. And this place, it's yours because you made it yours. Your stuff is here and arranged again and yes, almost unpacked.

These streets,
These buildings,
They're yours.

This, it's you.
It's what you feel when he smiles.