I wait, and wait. There’s no changes,
to the lineup or the field.
Not even for two hours.
Not even for a minute.
Will I ever play? Is this because of my ankle?
Why can’t I play? Is it because I mess up a lot at practice?
That’s even more ridiculous.
I’d protect the ball with my life.
So let me play.
I promise I won’t cry on the inside anymore.