My feet carry me away
to the bleachers on the field
where down below
the soccer club practices.
They’re not you
but it’s close
so I sit on the wet bench
and watch.
It reminds me of other nights
similar to this one
but I don’t let my heart linger on it.
The players kick and run
the pressure behind my eyes builds
I feel alone.
I watch the cars pass
wishing one was yours
wishing you’d see me
wishing you’d come.
When you don’t
when no one does
and the soccer club finishes up
I wonder
if sadness will always be so comfortable.