Saturday, February 15, 2014

Pulled

When I was young I had no empathy for ancient Orpheus.
I never understood how it was a man could miss
One person to becoming universally bereft,
But I think I understand now. Ever since the day I left,
I've thought of you occasionally, and once I wished you'd call,
But I'll go nuts in five more minutes if I can't watch some baseball.

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