Running to get ahead,
Running to the end,
Knowing your still far out.
Keeping pace with one person,
You know he will be there,
But all you can say is
Running to stay alive,
Running to keep up,
To prove to him and yourself that you can do this.
You see him at the end,
You can’t breath,
Your lungs are moving but no breath comes out.
You push whatever is left and you collapse,
Not in your friends arms but into his arms.
Embarrassed, and tired you stand there.
Unsure of the next step.
He picks you up and puts you on the side,
Hands you water and helps keep you calm.
You may not have won the race,
But the prize was already yours.
This poem is for all the athletic people that, look at there crush on the team and wish that this could be true.