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