Sit there and stare
Its another game of pins
At those lanes of ours
And I sit there and stare
Four people bowl today
Like that one day long ago
Long ago, is time so old?
It grows longer still
How does time fly?
Can I still remember?
The details are fuzzy
But I remember her face
A sudden boom draws me away
As the ball rolls and rolls and rolls
My friend cheers with happiness
And all of the pins fall down
I smile but quickly lose my grin
Moving my head I avoid the smile
Avoiding everything in general, I suppose
I move my gaze to look to it, again
How distant a memory can feel
Yet be so real to me
And how fond it can be
Even though you probably remember so little
I remember my first look that summer day
Her hair, her jeans, and her smile
Her eyes shone into mine, her voice
Oh god her laugh replays and replays and replays
How can a room be so full of emotion?
I see it in my mind and laugh
A laugh that comes from deep within
Nudged by a touch you feel from a memory
"It's your turn to bowl Mike!"
I start out from a daze
My friends look at me impatiently
How could I blame them?
It was our last day, what was I doing?
I did it everyday, looking into the past
At that hockey table that I adore
Or maybe just the things attached to it?
I get up and grab my green ball
And looking down the lane
I count ten pins in all
Everyone of them stands
I look back and see the table
There is a couple playing
Both of them jeering and cheering
Both of them as happy as can be
I see the male one on the right side
Won the woman seventeen stuffed animals
From the claw game adjacent to
Where they cheer and jeer from
A smile creeps across my face
And I gaze to the scoreboard
"80" tenth frame, second throw
My friend threw the first one for me
Well 80 may be bad, but I am distracted
However, I would not trade it for anything
Because everything falls from concern
When I think about everything about her...
"MICHAEL BOWL!" One of my friends shout
I turn and laugh, smiling all the while
She does not know it, but she just did it
Made me think, and forced me into action
I turn and look down the lane
Counting the pins again
I exhale and hold the ball to my face
I step my foot forward and release
Swiveling my head I search for the couple
But they had already left, leaving that room
However I see they left two stuffed objects
A red freckled cat and a brown dog next to each other
I smile, and I grin, and I laugh
Looking almost insane
I turn around to see the pins left
There are none, and I still have one more frame...
Romance inspired by a wonderful memory