Boys get lost,
girls wait to get found.
A theory
Maybe I'm lost on a road
wrong exit-- wrong street
easily corrected
Or confused, late at night
wandering down strange streets without streetlights
knocking on the door of people whose names I forget
waking from a dream: a series of errors
houses that are empty
letters filled with words I did not write
a stack of books on a table with empty pages save one
Title page, signed and dated
five years from now
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