I loved you hard and fast,
while you covered your face
and peeked at me
through your fingers.
I disregarded the playbook
and ran willingly dangerous
while you analyzed
what might and might not be.
I rounded every base,
hit home claiming victory,
and was showering
in the locker room
by the time you realized
that the game had begun.
I will always remember
how much you liked baseball.
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