Love Letter from a Man after March 20th

Jamming to 90’s country all 90 days of summer
only made missing you more mountainous. That’s
something I never could imagine happening
here in my heart or there in my mind.
Unfortunately, my imagination sure
ain’t what it used to be since the Panthers doused the Jayhawks
and we were a diamond ring on a newlywed.

Assuming that day meant anything
really was a big letdown. A bigger one than
Oscar Robinson’s ’62-63 season, than
Nash’s likely title count at career’s end, than when the
Mountaineers rained on the Cats two weeks later.

Oh, doll. That’s what you are, have always been.
Only you could leave this man in church formation,
requesting to come off the bench in a contest that should’ve
ended while you were still eleven and I was up by three.