To Leo

Do you remember

the cool wind, ripping through

trees in your backyard?

I remember sitting for hours

letting the grass grow

as vines around our feet

You changed your number

for me, to my birthday

my #22

I came to every game

and loved you from the 

ice-cold stands, you’re 

the only one I let call me 

that stupid nickname

But I hated how you’d 

yell, and tell me

your problems are

too much for me

I’d clutch your hand,

wrap you in your sheets

tell you I’m here

through every night terror

And that’s how I left you

a summer’s breeze fluttering

the curtains I bought you

Sometimes I still check

those local rosters, did

you ever make it

to the team?

I still hope 

for your dreams. 

-your gabby.