Dear Vince

I forgot to tell you 

Before you died 

That I've been using slice dropshots 

On my brother Chris

Learned from you this last year.

Cross-court dribbles
Out of place
In The Clash of the Titans,
Devastating
When sprinkled sparingly.

I remembered to say 

I treasured spending time with you

Even when we had to rest
Between every point.

But what I should have said
What would have conveyed 
I love you

Was that I came out ahead

In tennis skills.