Baseball Game

I dont feel like sharing...
But I dont feel like keeping it to myself.
I dont feel like posting it here,
but I dont know where else to post it.


This one friend of mine works in the homeless shelter, to make food for the homeless...
And a memory flashed.....

'I was walking out of the crowded room to go find you. I was afraid they were going to call us, and you wouldnt find us once we sat down... well of course I wouldnt leave you... I'd go find you, so I guess 'we' wouldnt find 'them' when they sat down. I walked out, and you were smoking, talking to that homeless guy. He said that I was pretty, and if I was your wife. Of course you said I was only your girlfriend...'

I think. I cant remember what you said. I remember he was just telling me I was pretty...
And I can remember how you used to be proud that I was your girl.
I can remember when you used to pull me close and smile, and say 'this is my girl'
And it was always that same smile of yours.