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At the Match

Phil Brennan

Thursday, January 2nd, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I set off at the usual time,
With steps rehearsed, a ritual rhyme.
I parked the car where I always do,
But the emptiness lingered, sharp and true.
I walked to the ground, a familiar path,
Chatted to friends, exchanged a laugh.
Old faces, and new, their spirits bright,
Yet shadows fell in the fading light.
A drink, a bite, the pre-game cheer,
The hum of hope was loud, sincere.
I found my seat, my sacred place,
But felt the void of your absent grace.
The whistle blew, the game began,
The crowd erupted, two roaring clans.
Goals and tackles, joy and despair,
But my heart sought what wasn’t there.
Win, lose, or draw, what did it mean?,
When you weren’t there to watch our team,
Nothing would ever feel the same,
Without your presence at the game.
Beside me, the seat sits cold and bare,
An aching reminder that you’re not there.
But as the chants rise, fierce and true,
I remember those days at the match with you.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 For all those who are no longer at the match xx

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/at-the-match-2/