“Baseball Heart”

Currently remembering how you looked up on that cliff.

So here’s your letter:

I will start by saying that I don’t know a lot of things.

I don’t know what happens after you hang up.

I don’t know what is revealed on the car ride home.

I don’t know what you think about at night or in the mornings by yourself.

I don’t know anything.

But I do know what the cold does to your mind.

I know why you hate wearing jeans,

And I know why you ache and break your back

Carrying your duffle bag home.