Budding phrases and two liters,
All down the drain.
Valentines and Curious George
Are fading away.
I've tried chasing them,
Tried nets and traps,
But they all slip away
Like Holden's sand in the sifter.
Photos and trinkets
Are all that remain,
And I'm still expected
To turn and go on.
I woke up this morning
To the things I know now.
Bunk beds and laptops
And yesterday's pizza.
As I turned to the person
In the bunk below mine
I had to ask her
"How did I get here?
What's going on?"














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