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The sa that we heard in Justin’s car comes on--And if I only could, I’dAnd it doesn’t even matter if it’s true or not What matters is that I feel it, and believe it

The enors

I try to hold on to as few ures, sure Books I’ve read or information I need to know The rules of soccer, for instance The plot of Roency I remember those

But what about the thousands of everyday memories, the thousands of everyday reminders, that every person accumulates? The place you keep your house keys Your mother’s birthday The name of your first pet The name of your current pet Your locker combination The location of the silverware drawer The channel number for MTV Your best friend’s last nas I have no need for And, over time, my mind has rewired itself, so all this infor co--that I remember exactly where Rhiannon’s locker is

I haveout the school becauseto town

I don’t re spaces, so just in case, I park far from the school Then I siirl in the halls--the freshmen will think I’m a senior, and the seniors will think I’ with me--black with anime details, filled with books that won’t really apply here I look like I have a destination And I do

If the universe wants this to happen, she will be there at her locker

I tell ht there in front of me

Sometimes memory tricks you Sometimes beauty is best when it’s distant But even frooing to match my memory

Twenty feet away

Even in the crowded hallway, there is so in her that radiates out to h the day, and it’s not an easy task

Five

I can stand right here and she has no idea who I aht here and watch her I can see that the sadness has returned And it’s not a beautiful sadness--beautiful sadness is a myth Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain She is dragging

"Hey," I say, er here