Nostalgia
Lily hears the cries of her team mates
as she rounds third base
The rush of adrenaline, sliding into home
winning the champion ship
A celebration is in order for the victory
and the upcoming finale of junior year
It will be missed
She spies her crush from across the room
Johnny, her middle school love,
signals her, a last dance under the moon.
Cheeks rosy from a chill wind
as they seek a warmer, more private enviornment
It will be missed
What a strange sensation
that night changed her life
from softball practice
to breast feeding class
It will be missed
Lily hears the cries from her baby boy, Jacob
An innocent three month old
from an irreversible night of celebration
It will be missed
No texts or calls from a soul
Alone with an infant
As she appreciates the memories
The last photograph of the Softball Championships
The last dance she had
The last laugh with friends
The last kiss from her love
It will be missed