My Hobbies

I don’t like painting. I don’t like to sing. The hours I waste after school. Make them think I’m a fool. I chose to do nothing. Even when my phone rings. I cry when I hear a call. They just want me to play basketball. The calls go unanswered. Like my prayers, the day we swerved, And rolled down a hill, I remember her body, still… If I had a hobby… Maybe that would help with the memories. But these days, I let them consume me. Because I was the one who hit the tree.