Sitting beneath the old school tree,
The wind wandered wild and free.
Your laughter mixed with the afternoon air, While the cricket ground held you there.
No stadium seat, no ticket in hand,
Yet I watched as if I owned the stands.
Among all the players running around,
My eyes found only one on the ground.
The day you'd waited for all year.
To play that match on the field wide,
And I cheered for you with secret pride.
Perhaps you never noticed me there,
Hidden among the crowd and air.
Perhaps you never knew at all How my heart answered every call.
You chased the ball, you raced the sun,
And in my mind you'd already won.
The match is gone, the years have flown
Yet that afternoon still feels like home.
Sometimes I wonder, even today,
If you ever felt my gaze your way.
Or if that memory belongs to me alone.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
Sitting beneath the old school tree,
The wind wandered wild and free.
Your laughter mixed with the afternoon air, While the cricket ground held you there.
No stadium seat, no ticket in hand,
Yet I watched as if I owned the stands.
Among all the players running around,
My eyes found only one on the ground.
The day you'd waited for all year.
To play that match on the field wide,
And I cheered for you with secret pride.
Perhaps you never noticed me there,
Hidden among the crowd and air.
Perhaps you never knew at all How my heart answered every call.
You chased the ball, you raced the sun,
And in my mind you'd already won.
The match is gone, the years have flown
Yet that afternoon still feels like home.
Sometimes I wonder, even today,
If you ever felt my gaze your way.
Or if that memory belongs to me alone.
The admiration of a player with a heavy emotions by its lover
