I asked for a bagel with everything on it, a coffee and apple to go,
They looked at me funny, like hey, little buddy, there’s something that you didn’t know:
It comes with the sesame, salmon and chili, and maybe a dollop of cheese,
But missing some magic that’s bound to be tragic if we didn’t put you at ease:
It’s missing the pasta, the Rev Noodle soup, and the infinite breakfast at Schatz,
There’s no second chances for four P.M. sign-ups, or leftover CMU hats,
We’re fresh out of friends who’ll stay til’ the ends of the earth, or at least til’ the spring,
But maybe you’ll do with a classmate or two who’ll text you for boring ol’ things;
We don’t have the dog that you miss from back home, but we’ll look for a cat in the back,
We can’t sell the knowledge that jobs after college have bosses that cut any slack;
No healthcare or dental or loans or forgiveness or letters from home that they’re proud,
But give us a moment, we’ll put in assurance you’re trying, so how does that sound?
We know it’s not much, and it’s almost to lunch, but despite it, we hope that you see
That someone’s still thinking of you, and you’ll—
Oh, avocado?
That’s a block,
plus three.