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.
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