What I meant was yes, come back

comeback

I meant I miss the game

this time we could win with the buzzer beater

hoping the last millisecond would be enough

What I meant was yes, but

I’ve wrote letters to you too that I never sent

about how you scattered pieces of me

and how I’ve been collecting them to put back together

running them under water and throwing out the rotten ones

What I meant was what I said

you are still throwing rocks that

chip away at the mosaic

I’ve been working on for a while

it’d be a shame to throw away all of that hard work

What I meant was no, you’re lost

your loss

I quit playing because I was always injured,

at some point the team learns to play without you.

I make art now. the pieces fit just fine.