On The Ball is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November. On The Ball I’m done crying over spilled milk Now I need to get back in shape…
This is just a daydream.
Can you pick your phone back once more?
Dial my number for the first time in nine years.
Say your hello again and I'll say mine sweeter.
I don't know how long you'll stay. I fear that you will also be taken from me just like all the good things that came to pass. Even if our future looks bleak, I would never want you to leave. Although there's no cure for my instilled sadness, you make me feel hopeful that I could be happy in our universe.