Miseducation

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I hold multiple degrees,

disseminated across varying fields.

Condemning my soul

as a Dr. Faustus, of sorts.

My latest Bachelors,

is in missing you.

I replay painful dialogue, of our fallen

empire, over loose leaf tea.

As I walk across the stage

I search for you in the crowd.

I’ve graduate

Magna cum laudé,

in the places you’ve lived

and the joy you’ve found.

Before my soul is exchanged for a life in a burning land,

I hope I finally get a chance to hold your hand.