Days Roll By

Their names on a screen up high,

Perhaps for just a moment in time.

The pins balanced tall before them,

Street shoes together below a seat.

From an onlookers watchful eye,

This night was not a planned affair.

Perhaps realities spontaneous escape,

From a life of two becoming three.

Her countenance weighing heavy,

As she rests her hand on the bump.

He stands ball in hand and smiles,

A reminder that they are still kids.

Two imperfect gutter balls roll by,

She matches with two of her own.

They sit by each other and laugh,

Comedic beauty of life's failures.

She breaths lighter and watches,

A ball rolled beautifully along.

Smack the pins fly and many fall,

Another ball falls whats remains.

She walks tall back to her seat,

A little joy releasing the shadows.

As balls roll by they do improve,

In score, hope, love and attitude.

They know not that this is life,

Improving steady as days roll by.

The final score will not ever matter,

Rather the unity in highs and lows.

With someone to live, laugh and cry,

In a world that was not meant to care.

But I guess maybe it is just bowling,

And a night where time rolled on by.

Nick Campos - May 2024