Basketball I've found you once again.
The times I spent with you were counted on broken clocks and when we were finally through all our time had stopped, all our time was lost in the midst of blinking numbers. All I’m left with now are faded and shrinking Summers/Radio waves peak and our song seems to play every day of the week/I used to tightrope phone lines just to hear you speak.. Now I can’t even get a dial tone, I built a home in this yard of pebbles-you were my mile stone. I would race to you every weekend until my tires were blown/I live inside of this poem. You live outside of it’s reach, I live inside this lonely home despite the pride that I preach
Jim Gaffigan
Sometimes I wonder how many songs to go, how many long roads with empty gas tanks and nothing but vast space to cover before we’re really found? Flat tire type luck without a spare in the dead of night with the scent of death in the air and no sign of life except a sign that says “Life is not fairâ€â€¦Thanks for the reminder. Life isn’t a cheater she just wants you behind her, and if you show any signs of beating her she’ll throw you in the fire…But you could try to win, she won’t hold it against you-She’ll just take the weight of the world and hold it against you
Hope, for always caring and being there for her friends no matter what. I will always miss you..