Take that shot.

Heavily-breathing, I see you stand at the edge of the court
Waiting for your turn, for this one chance to prove yourself.
I wasn't there to get impressed. If impressions matter,
you took my breath away years ago. I don't care
If you lose or win this game, I want to see you play.
I want to see you run to take that shot which you'd
Miss if you didn't start right now. And when you win,
I want to watch you pause to look at me for approval.
I can't give you any, I've run out of fucks I could give.
But that doesn't mean I can't hope, hope for you,
Hope for you and her, you and him, you and them.
You and I? A story long done, but yet, I want to hope
For us. Because I want to see you let go as strongly
As you've held on, I want to see you laugh as hard
As you wept that night. I want to see you succeed,
As you gave up when I walked away. I want to see
You know that bitches come in colors and I was black.
I want you to take more shots at the court, to pair up,
To break up, to struggle, to live. I want to see you live
And learn that I can finally give you my last gift--
A smile, for all you were, are and ever will be to me.
I can't repay you, I can't find another like you,
But when a game's over, it's over. There's no turning
Back. You know this now and so do I, so when
I walk away without saying goodbye, say
I never deserved it but never think you didn't.
Because losers turn away and walk out,
The winners still play the game. I'd win another game,
Another time. But right now:
I want to see you play, I want to see you win
Or lose. Or draw. Just play, until the lights are out.