And February Made Me Shiver...

Every time I was
Reminded of CTY.
I miss it dearly.

It's a real pity
That I'll never again breathe
That fresh Skidmore air.

And no longer will
I dance to the Canon with
My nerdy classmates.

Nor will I share that
Ben and Jerry's bliss during
Those Sunday town trips.

I'll miss the ramen
Parties, disco staff, glowstick
Raves, and grass orgies.

Five lanyards hanging
From my bed often bring me
Back to these summers.

Although our music
Died on that woeful last day,
Together we'll live.

I'll see you again.
Until then – I like you, love
You, CTY you.