Three years, almost, seems like a heartbeat
Compared to thirty-three walking all alone
Yet now I can’t recall the insecurity
Love’s exclamation buried the lonely moan
Three years, just nearly, is all my life now
What came before was simply an introduction
I made it okay for 33, though I’m not sure how
Thirty-six months is a beginning, far from conclusion
Written in the parking lot of the ASA Hall of Fame Stadium in Oklahoma City, while waiting for the next softball game to start.