The Sixth Week

The sixth week is over,
The memories, bursting
In the back of my mind,
Like they just happened yesterday,
The warmth of the love from the
Community still burning inside,
With the longing of going back
Lingering beside,
Now all it is doing is
Waiting,
Waiting for the next year to roll around, so
It can catch a flame and be let free,
Just in time to be,
Trapped again,
Then, when
The sixth week is over,
The longing will launch again,
For one more year,
The last year,
Of my UB career,
In which,
It will all sink in,
That I will never
Again, go back
To UB,
Once the sixth week is over.