Game Time

There I was.

Everything seemed quiet, that weird kind of quiet. The quiet of people waiting.

It seemed we were all waiting for different things. some for the next drink, some for the next answer. others for the kick off.

it’s the same every February. The bar changes colours, the faces seem different. But its all the same.

when the boom hits, it hits hard. people cheer, and scream. its all the same. my CO called it ‘game time’

the screen shows a field, which could be a dessert. two opposing sides contesting territory. just like I remember.

every move, every succsess, every tackle. greeted with glee by all around.

then one doesn’t get up. a still island in a constantly shifting sea. the sight of the stretcher still strangles me.

Thats someones best friend, possibly lover, or father. Just like Robert.

They are removed so that the event can continue, almost as if they never existed at all.

same time next February.

things proceed as they always have, and will do so again.

and there I was, in a sea of souls, completely alone.