by Joey Sett Brady

Created on: November 27, 2009   Last Updated: November 28, 2009

I still see you sometimes
Your Mets jersey tinted pink
From red underwear in white wash
Your baseball hat brim masking your eyes
Mischievous and full of life

It was just a toy, a plastic globe of white
But in your hand it was given life
Rising, sinking, breaking, breaking
Like a magicians finest tick

The body of a boy
With the arm of a man
I planned to be your manager
For even as children we knew
I was not what you were

What I would give to once more
See you on the mound
Your tow-headed innocence so deceptive
Each pitch an unsolvable riddle
Popping, snapping, whispering whispering
A silent thank you
For a friendship such as this

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