I never realized how much I loved it
Until I stood up again after that break.
I guess distance really makes me wise.
I laughed when he said he hated it.
It's the two of us, and I know he'll miss it too.
I hope they can see the excitement
In my undernourished eyes.
I remember writing my name,
Skipping through the field.
I remember how- God- I love it.
And I can't get it back 'til next year, but
This is a good start.
A really, really good start.