-who i wished wouldn't pull me from my homework everyday after school to play some silly little child's game;
-who i wished would leave me alone in my thoughts during the day for the reason that i used to like being at school before you came around and showed me another magical world that was only for us;
-who i pleaded with the gods to be just a little younger so my two favorite things could exist all day everyday: school and you
-who i wished would let me win just one game of basketball so that i could tease you just like you always teased me
-who i wished would realize that as we got older, those silly little child's games weren't fun anymore and that i had more important things to do
----------------------------------------------------------but in reality, everyday after school, i would pretend to do my homework, still keeping an eye on the window waiting until you came running up to my door to ask if i could play. Then i would make up something along the lines of "well only for a little bit cuz i have homework," but on the inside jumping for joy that you came up and asked.
-and everyday at school, i tried to focus hard on school because then the time would go faster and the quicker i could get home and change into my play clothes and wait for you
-and i didnt want you to be younger because you gave me sense of protection when i was with you. that no one could touch me harm me, without getting through you
-and i never really wanted to win, for fear that if i ever did, you wouldnt want to play with me anymore.
and yes we did get older, undoubtedly. as you came back that summer with a deeper voice, more toned muscles, and even though i had always been a little taller than you, you somehow managed to reach about 5 inches above me. Yet you never lost the child in you..the one that kept me grounded. Even helping you through your troubles at home and troubles with girls i sometimes thought that it was wasting my time...but when i wouldnt see you for lengths of time i would yearn for those moments even if it was just us staring at the ground not knowing what to say. But the point that i now realize is that all those days playing outside when the childish demeanor of the game floated away with the years, YOU were behind my every move, every homework assignment, every late night basketball game. And then when i finally reaized that it was ME who brought you to play everyday, it clicked. And now that all our time has run dry i find myself missing not the person i wished to escape, but the person i wished i could escape with.
"I keep your note in my pocket everyday I train, everyday I relax, and everyday I go into battle, just for the sake that I might lose the memory of us..the memory of better days."
You may not know it, but your basketball still lays in my garage.