The Love Of A Game Poem by Mikey Estrada

I wish we could go back to our days of glory, back when we played ball like Robert Horry.

Even though what we did was merely the love of the game. I didnt of anything the same when it included your name. But now things ain't the same, and Im left wondering what is to blame. 

Whether its true or not I feel like I'm the reason the weather changed seasons. From the nice summer days, to those of an awfully cold winter with nothing to say. 

If was like we never met. It was like the fact you met me became a sudden regret. I wanna let you know your one of few I'll never forget.

I don't look at you as a mistake, because look at all those memories we got to make.

Remember me for who I was and don't regret a thing.

We came together on the court and after it all I fell short, that was the moment I need some support but instead we seemed to go into battle protected by our make-shift forts.

It all started with the love of a game. And now all I have of us is a kodak moment in a wooden frame.