the game – January 22

1.22.2015

half-way through

I realized that it

wasn’t about me

 

that the outcome

had nothing to do

 

with whether I

cheered or didn’t,

anguished or

didn’t.

 

grown men played

a game that I

cared about

 

but it was their game

and I am just a

watcher.

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