We started the game with ten players
Your spot open
It was okay- we spoke to the refs
And we broke for the field with our customary chant
"ASB"
Still ringing in our ears
Tears in our eyes
As we remembered you before
And ignored the freshmen asking why we were crying
We senior girls
We did not play a player short in our final game.
We played with you, Alyssa, taking your position once more
And our win that day, like all previous wins, was for you
A nod to the cemetery
Where a lonely soccer ball stills lies and
A silent prayer
For our lost member.
CITEȘTI
Songs of the Soul
PoetrySimilar to one of my previous stories because it is about life, but different because this is poetry. Sort of.
