15-0

I remember the moment I tried to forget him
They all looked at me
In my cyan/white on green
But what they couldn’t see
In the calm September scene
Past the brick-walled rooms
By the picnic table foods
Through the heavy bus fumes
Were my heart’s unstable moods
The longing for his touch
As the gentle wind’s gust
Brushed with every racquet clutch
Hoisting lonely shoestring dust
Captured the moment surreal
Where I thought I would prevail
Standing on the baseline to feel
Fifteen-love, without fail
But even my strongest serves
Whistling over the net unheard
The ones with bends and curves
Couldn’t shake my mind of that one word