Saturday, March 14, 2009

A Softball Player's Lament

Line drive to 3rd base.

The ball is caught.

The laces break.

Oh, sweet glove that I love,

Parting is such sweet sorrow, but in a week you will be well.

'Til then, I will think of you often as I rub my left hand.

Remembering where you fit just right.

The aromatic smell of leather.

The worn spots.

The good times we've had.

I will miss you, but I know we will be reunited soon.


Bill said...

The separation pain...wondering if its ok...all alone in a scary foriegn land...missing and longing for anything familular...darkness..why, why did you leave me here? 20 years of now...nothing but solitude and darkness as I sit on this lonely, cold steel myself...will you come back? How I miss the good times...

Crystal said...

You do realize this is just a glove right? That's all I'm gonna say.