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At the Match

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I set off at the usual time,
With steps rehearsed, a ritual rhyme.
I park the car where I always do,
But the emptiness lingered, sharp and true.
I walk to the ground, a familiar path,
Chat to friends, exchange a laugh.
Old faces, and new, their spirits bright,
Yet shadows fall in the fading light.
A drink, a bite, the pre-game cheer,
The hum of hope is loud, sincere.
I find my seat, my sacred place,
But feel the void of your absent grace.
The whistle blows, the game’s began,
The crowd erupts, two roaring clans.
Goals and tackles, joy and despair,
But my heart senses sadness in the air.
Win, lose, or draw, what does it mean?,
When you’re not here to watch our team,
Nothing will ever feel the same,
Without your presence at the game.
Beside me, the seat sits cold and bare,
A reminder that you’re not sitting there.
But as the chants rise, fierce and true,
I remember all those days I shared, 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/