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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.