Remember how weekends felt in 2017.  
Road trips that flew by as if we tricked the road, staring at pictures we’d already seen.
Back when three hours was to much time & 200 miles was to much space.
The people in the stands looked much different when he imagined this part of the race.
It all blends, stress, bounce castles, loud music, and stitches.
Memories feel the same whether we’re picturing the home runs or the misses.
When we’re reminiscing it’s much less about how we arrived where.
It’s more about who is here now & who was there.
Back when he was only making 80k but constant hotels felt like no expense.
look back at the memories & there’s sense when the feeling hasn’t been back since.
Seeing the news shared before i even had the chance to tweet.
Back when I didn’t appreciate where I was you were more proud than me.
I hope you’re still proud of me even It’s someone else.
I took the life I was supposed to give to you & gave It to myself.