I forgot what it was like to see your face. Then today I saw it in a photograph that I didn't recognize. Wearing a silk baby blue shirt I've never felt. With arms skinnier than I remembered. And eyes darker than I've seen in a long time.
But same goddamn smirk.
I forgot why I never come to this place anymore. And then I saw your picture and I remembered.
You can't play basketball with me in the park. The weather is too cold in October. I asked you in August and all I got was silence. It's a little late to suggest a game of 1 on 1. The ball is in my court now, and I'm traveling with it.
I'll visit her by myself from now on. Thank you and have a great life.
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