And I hold on to the only thing that keeps you close to me with a white knuckle grip.  It was always just a stupid game to me; but, you loved it.  So, I watched wanting to see why it made you light up.  In the end, I loved you more and the game made me feel connected to you.  The day came where you had to leave me to save yourself.  So, I clung to the game.  Every game I watched I thought of you watching too.  It helped me make it through your absence. A year and a half later you returned and the game was less important to me because I had you.  But, once again you have left to save yourself. So, here I am again.  Loving a game to keep you with me. Failing myself in letting you go.

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