he comes to the park
at night
to try to stop
thinking
It sometimes works
It just hasn’t worked
ever since
he kept finding her
there
by the basketball field
in the dimmest
light
managing only the lamest
throw of a ball
to ever be witnessed
What’s wrong with
her?
And then she’d walk up to
were the ball
landed and pick it up
and walk back a few steps
and throw again
Not even close
This was no longer
a good place to
hide from
one’s thoughts
Not after realizing she
was one of them
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