Three months now,
since that football game.
When I saw you last,
and it was supposed to rain.
Five months,
I couldn't stand to lie.
We know you wan't be,
please don't cry.
One month more,
the baby's born.
Your best friend dies.
A time to mourn?
A year has passed,
since you've been here.
The black fate you're destined
is my only fear.
Another four months,
I'll send you a picture.
By the time you're released
he'll be talking for sure.
Eighteen months total,
since we said goodbye.
Lost a leg,
but you didn't die.
All's fair in love and war.
Both leave some broken and lame.
But I guess that's it.
We're all losers in this game.
Please tell me what you think
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i don't quite get it...
there should be a back-story or something to put readers in perspective of what you're trying to say. i liked it, i know it means a lot to you. but i'm just confused. good write.
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