Her

Wednesday. Netball. 4PM, but never on time.
Winter it was the break of daylight.
The changing room was uncomfortable as usual,
softened by the laughter of inside jokes.
Always the first to laugh,
always the last to leave.
The heavy weight drags.
A gap in the numbers,
no one notices.
No one?
Her.
The world bends at her glance.
She turns, looks, sees, notices.
She waits,
for me?
Time follows, waits, slows to a halt.
Silence.
Gentle ticking resonates with her steps.
tick,tick,tick.
Lines blur about her eyes, im lost within them.
She calls,
i answer.
i answer.
To her.
For Her.