The love I lost.
It was a normal game day
Getting ready to go.
nothing felt different,
soon we would play.
The court was my home,
my life, my love.
It was who I was,
it was my saving grace.
3 minutes left to go in the half
I got the ball on the run.
About to shoot, then I stepped wrong,
Heard the pop, felt the agony.
Fell to the ground, frozen solid.
I could get up, I could walk
Who would've known that would be it.
Last time on the court,
it was worse than I thought.
Now just looking at a basketball
chokes me up, and tears me apart.
It is hard to handle,
loosing your love..
cherish it forever,
for I'll be on the court again, never.
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