MS3

Beneath skylight-fractured summer sunbeams

Our dark black eyes decided to meet

One day you'll leave this university

To spend 90% of your time performing surgery

Just your one single life will save 1000s more

It's what you're stuck here studying for

Retaking a test in the exam room suite

Right across the hall, where I can see

A quick glance and smile I know to mean

We've both dreamt the same cute daydream

But when the beats of our scene do cease

And you're another surgeon in need of sleep

Will the marble hallway's July sheen

Be the key light staged in your memory

Of precious nothings shared with me

When our ink-stained irises decided to meet *

** (All that to say, I really hope when you put that white coat on, officially, you will--sometimes, at least--have fond memories of me when you were in your third year of medical school, and I knew you only as an MS3.)