Kobe Bryant announced his retirement from basketball with this 52-line poem

Kobe Bryant is bidding farewell to basketball—not via a press conference, but in verse.

Today (Nov. 29) the 17-time All-Star and current Los Angeles Lakers shooting guard announced his upcoming retirement on The Players Tribune, a website where athletes publish their written work, in the form of an open letter that is actually a 52-line poem. The 2015-2016 season will mark his twentieth year in the NBA, and his final professional year.

Over the course of his career, Bryant has won five NBA titles, two Olympic gold medals, and became the third-highest scorer in NBA history. He is 37 years old.

Here is Bryant’s full poem:

Dear Basketball,

From the moment

I started rolling my dad’s tube socks

And shooting imaginary

Game-winning shots

In the Great Western Forum

I knew one thing was real:

I fell in love with you.

A love so deep I gave you my all —

From my mind & body

To my spirit & soul.

As a six-year-old boy

Deeply in love with you

I never saw the end of the tunnel.

I only saw myself

Running out of one.

And so I ran.

I ran up and down every court

After every loose ball for you.

You asked for my hustle

I gave you my heart

Because it came with so much more.

I played through the sweat and hurt

Not because challenge called me

But because YOU called me.

I did everything for YOU

Because that’s what you do

When someone makes you feel as

Alive as you’ve made me feel.

You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream

And I’ll always love you for it.

But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.

This season is all I have left to give.

My heart can take the pounding

My mind can handle the grind

But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.

And that’s OK.

I’m ready to let you go.

I want you to know now

So we both can savor every moment we have left together.

The good and the bad.

We have given each other

All that we have. 

And we both know, no matter what I do next

I’ll always be that kid

With the rolled up socks

Garbage can in the corner

:05 seconds on the clock

Ball in my hands.

5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1

Love you always,

Kobe