As the Mohawks straddle the goal line We hold our breaths. We need a win under our belts, And this is the most important game of all. I feel the tension in my stomach, Now in my hand, As you take it into yours. Normally I would be thinking of you But we are so focused on this touchdown "Hike!" Shouts number 7, and there it goes. Caught by 22. Almost intercepted, But not quite. We go wild. Hearts pounding Mohawk fans cheering We won. You grab me in a huge embrace and I can't breathe But its not because you're holding me too tightly. Together. Without thought: Thought of consequence Thought of the future Thought of pain Thought of who is watching, You kiss me right there and then And even though your eyes are closed I still see the blue in my mind from moments before, Letting me know that it is okay to dive in. As the cheering roar dies out I see that blue again Confused and happy Or is that me? On this homecoming night We won And I'm not talking about the team.