baseball

baseball where everything is a statistic - but everything isn't a clean statistic.

It didn’t work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...

 - love isn’t baseball.

Where do regrets start?

Should I regret the sunset

 - or mourn holding hands?

Or shame desire?

Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]

Author's Note

all comments welcome