Saying Goodbye

Fullertonjacket

In my mind I’ve got to say good bye to a man who I met but can’t reconcile the fact that I didn’t get the chance to know him on his terms. I remember he stuck up for me though. I was coaching a  cheerleading team in California and it was obvious who I was; well that I didn’t like the opposite sex in that way. But the parents at first wanted to have a problem with it and he stuck up for me.  I remember later when many of the girls were calling my house because I had four boys living in my home. Their twelve year old selves wanted to talk to the boys. At cheerleading practice I told them about themselves and how that girls aren’t supposed desperately chase after a boy. And that they were all too young to be calling my house for all of the reasons that they weren’t. A lot of the parents heard me because they were standing around with us at the beginning of practice and started respecting me in spite of who I was. Everybody ain’t bad.

How can you just do that when you do’t even know somebody

Like for real

You don’t even know me

That’s just weird to me

That goes the opposite way too though

How can you love someone you don’t know

Somebody you haven’t met

Outside of that Godly

Kind of Love

Don’t you need something

to like long enough

To turn into love

Why not

uh huh, I don’t know

But I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him even before I left California.

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