Mentors
You asked me
To go to dinner
To be your friend
To chat about life
I accepted because
I was lonely, but apprehensive
And this is what I want
I accepted this life at OSU (or any other school)
You were so kind
And were once my superior
And interested
But the role-shifting
In my story
Is throwing me off
For what reason?
Quite honestly
What are your motives?
Though I love being your helper
I love being anyone’s helper
I love being anyone’s friend.
Student
Employee
Colleague
That would have pulled me in anywhere
Still, I’m nervous
Always so damn nervous
I know you have a life
A story
And a lot to offer me
And I want to know
As said friend,
But this.
Me
You
Comfort
Solace
If only superficial
An hour in I found myself
Divulging things
I haven’t told my mother
Or my soul.
Or myself
Things about my relationship
And my dating history
Is it appropriate?
Let’s throw all the rules out the window
Like the proper member of my millennial generation that I am
Because I know, in the end, you just want me to be happy.
And I like that about you.
I don’t know myself
Oy.
Travel is so easy
Building a community, a sense of trust
THAT IS HARD.
