Buried next to you

Subtle turns in brittle bones

invite your face.

One turn back.

 One broken from slight.

One color from site.

One girl who says Hi.

Into the flesh and back into the box.

Just to lay by you

forever. 

We win

From an old chair, he watches play. 

evaded.

Reaching out. Few words.

A pair of tickets to tonites occasion.

A date with the mighty out of town ball team.

"WE will never win grandpa.

THEY never lose"

Load the kid, with ball cap not fitting, into the seat.

Guess the future right.

Be Magic forever. Your thoughts.

Get it wrong and you'll never have another chance.

"Well.. I have a feeling about this one Tabby.

Tonite,

We win"

(And I will never stop trying)