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Not A Moment Left For Me..
I cannot tell you how many times I have sat in an:
Or a concert hall.
How can I tell you that?
I kept all my tickets.
I would watch quietly and intently with a big smile on my face.
It was a smile of pride in my friend.
Because I knew that what they were doing was making them happy.
And I was happy to be there.
I would cheer and scream.
I know you could hear me above the rest.
After the show, I would usually give roses.
Because, I know I would want them..
But it seems...
There is not a moment left for me..
I have spent a thousand hours on:
A pool deck,
A soccer field,
And football stadium benches.
Because, I love you.
And I would do anything for you.
I have gone in all types of weather.
I was freezing.
I was burning.
But through it all,
I was cheering.
I would write your jersey number on my face, and make sparkling T-shirts.
I would sit in the grass with an Arizona tea in hand, music in my ears,
Wishing only for your success.
Waiting to yell, "Goooooallll!"
Yet, there doesn't seem to be a moment left for me...
I would give hugs and hold towels.
I would feel awkward at times, like I didn't belong.
But that isn't true.
Team members would watch me, the intruder.
But they wouldn't know..
They wouldn't know that I know the same stories they do.
I may have even been apart of some.
I know things that no one else knows.
They don't know I'm the girl behind the scenes.
I'm the one ready to fix a broken heart..
Ready to prevent a fight...
Ready to be...
I'm their biggest fan.
I would come to your house with soup when you were sick.
I would feed you when I knew you would be hungry,
I would hold you when I knew you would have a melt down any second..
I called to stop you from swallowing those pills..
..From pulling that trigger.
And I know you would do it for me...
I know it..
And it hurts inside to write this..
Because sometimes I feel like,
There isn't a moment left for me...