DAY 15...15/30-Sims

You stand at a staggering 6'10
Your head literally dancing with the clouds
And after sunset
Your eyes mingle with stars
Reflecting that of the moon in your soul.
I see much through your eyes.
Foreseeing the day that they call you an NBA legend
Dropping doubles with no questions asks
Retired number and all
Your jersey
Hanging in a picture frame
Large enough to the fit the World's Family
Next to the Jordans, Erwings, and Worthys
Sits you..Sims

But in the moment that we speak
You are a star of your own.
With 30 plastered to your back
You must remember to make it more than a number that fans know you by.
Because in the number will live your legacy.
The legacy that began at the touch of basketball
When feet first found love with the court
Before the day you ever knew that you would be able to place your hand on cloud 9.
The day before you ever dreamt of being a Hoya.
That Navy Blue and Grey would bestow a sense of pride
Huddled humbly to your hands and gracing that of your teammates.
Deeming them newfound brothers.

And with that
I see a newfound friendship
With one willing to be seen with a star like me.
I hope you didn’t convince yourself of sole stardom
Because yes I am a star like you.
Writing poems for those who have no voice
And strengthen those with one
Our feet bring us joy
Learned an 8-count
While you were learning lay ups and crossovers
Crossing over into a time when boredom took control of your mind
Leading you to me.
Now we text message all day.
Looking for the intended in the discreet .
The only time when 5'5 can stare into the eyes of 6'10
Knowing your exact thought
At that exact time.
Resembling that of the constellations.
Something that is only known to stars.

Stars like US