By KEVIN GOH
You used to say
it was never just
a deck of baseball cards.
I would shut you off
when you rattled on
and on
about each pitcher
batter star
player,
especially the
holographic ones:
“look how they shine”.
they found your favorites
in your left chest
pocket afterwards:
eight passengers,
two drunk
no survivors.
there is no closure.
only pain, tugging at heart-
strings that now stretch on
and on
to where you are and
wherever you may be
but these heart-
strings, now, begin
on the back
of a deck of cards:
see here my favorite, and
look how it shines,
for you.