Sometimes I Miss You

Pictures are a terrible reminder.
Always reminding me of good times and good girls.
Good is a fib; there was nothing good about them, but how they looked and what it took
to make that look piercing back at me wanting more than just this one night.
The things I'd do to have you again in my grasp, under my wing, at my fingertips.
You knew how to make me roar, and have me chase for first base looking to round third and onto home plate.
It was when it was all fate, and it was all about getting that one date.
After that, the rest was in my court, my ball.
I'd say jump, and you'd leap.
I'd smile, you'd smile. I kissed, you kissed right back.
I touched, you touched back.
I'd take a hit, you'd take the next.