She tears her voice for him.
He couldn’t hear her on the field
The crowd of players too loud
His pain a deafening roar

Blinded by his mistakes
Choking in his self-doubt
A chamber of his own despair
She begged to join him there.

Her turn to play came
He didn’t show for her game
She wished he’d cheered for her.
She searched the stands
He was nowhere.

He arrived
At last
He was there for her
By then
She was on the bench.