darts

darts. 

is a great game. 

darts is great

because it is the best of both worlds. 

simple enough for anyone to try,

and challenging enough to still be unpredictable. 

the bullseye 

is the most definable piece of the target,

still difficult as hell to hit square in the eye 

no matter how many times you’re aiming 

no matter how many times you’re missing 

the next throw 

is like the last throw,

always the hopeful

you’ll hit what you were aiming for. 

the greatest game of darts i ever played 

was in, 

of all places, 

orlando, florida. 

in the back of orlando brewing. 

i challenged her to a game. 

the loser of which, 

i said,

would buy all the gas on our cross country road trip. 

we threw darts for hours, 

to a tune of the stale evening breeze 

and the slow pink 

of a descending central florida sunset

darts, 

is a great game 

because no one ever remembers how many times you missed the bullseye. 

darts is great

because i only ever remember how much i loved her company,

because perfection 

was never the intention 

and yet it still is the pursuit,

love is darts. 

love is darts, 

because it is the best of both worlds. 

simple enough to pique her curiosity

and challenging enough to keep her wanting more. 

our forever, 

is the central piece of the puzzle,

still difficult as hell to put together,

no matter how many times you’re aiming 

no matter how many times you’re missing, 

love, 

is a mutual contentment 

in missing the mark daily.