Where's Waldo
By the time I had realized I loved him, I had lost him. He was in and
out of my life before I even knew what I had found. Ever since then, I
have searched for him. I have a daydream that I'd see him. I'm looking
out at a busy city street and there he is, in the second-to-the-left
window of the third floor of that building! He's carrying his usual
stack of
books (he always did love to read) and wearing that sweater... His
favorite sweater. And he'll look out the window onto the same busy
street, and there, in the crowded city bus window, the second from the
left, would be me. We find each other in a sea of people and promise to never part again.
It is only a dream, but it is one worth holding on to. I only wish that
that red and white striped sweater, his favorite sweater, we not so
popular. It haunts me everywhere I go. Oh Waldo, my love, where are you?