the long season

each game means something,
each game
means nothing.
it's a long season,
as it is with baseball,
and this she believes
makes it okay
for mistakes.
for lovers that shouldn't
be lovers,
for missteps
along the way towards
the real deal
the one, the forever
and ever hallmark
card keeper. an error
on the field of play,
a fat pitch
down the middle
knocked into the seats,
another string of
losses, it's all okay.
there are more games
ahead of her, this was
just one, whatever was
his name.