For me they arrived with bubble gum.
To others they were the world.
Heroes retain their value.
I flipped them.
Flipped them, admiring colors and uniforms,
the stiffness of the card
Men lost with talent, passionate men lost young
Sometimes I lost my cards and I cried
eventually replaced them with others
Corners dull with time
And the men stay brilliant, always play the game.
Lost and timeless souls.
Sometimes I flipped them and lost them.
Often, I didn’t know who or why.
I forgot where.
Where they were lost.
But they were always going somewhere.
Often, they were lost in a plane.
I forgot where and why.
I remember them.