Julius’s Poem

What I Miss

Snatching that catch

Hitting that three as the crowd goes wild

No, mainly girls

Yeah that’s my style

What I miss the most?

Making another smile

It hurts when you can’t grant that to your mom in a while

To be the foundation of her struggles, daily adding to the pile

I wonder if they regret ever walking that mile

Am I but forbidden memories locked in a forgotten file?

Or in the midst of fresh wounds, the comfort they redial?

What I miss

-Julius Darius Jones