Love What's Gone

The softball shirt

in the picture you were pitching

you were younger than me

a ball or a strike

your hat is on straight

it's grey here but in my closet

I know that it's red

the coffee mug

on the wall there's a drawing

you made of my mom

it's in her hand

she's in her robe

it's got a zig zag pattern

in the cabinet

and I don't really think that I like

this game

I don't think I understood

all the rules

do you just go on

and love what's gone

and love what's gone

the felt tip pen

in your sketch books I would sit

and I would follow these lines

that old woman there

did she notice you stare

as you captured her essence

in Mexico

the New York Times

Sunday crossword by Eugene T. Maleska

and every weekend

before you got sick

you would ink in those words

in ten minutes

and I don't really think that I like

this game

I don't think I understood

all the rules

do you just go on

and love what's gone

and love what's gone

and love what's gone

and love what's gone

the softball shirt

in the picture you were pitching

you were younger than

me.

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