like it was yesterday

i remember

the catch like it was yesterday.

over my shoulder,

my arms

and hands extended,

stretched out as far

as they can go.

i'm running full speed

down the field,

it's cold

out with a winter sun,

a stiff breeze.

there's little time on the clock.

i can feel the leather

hit my hands,

the seams of the ball,

then tucking it close

to my body

as i sprinted 

forward to the goal.

i can still

i hear the cheer of a loved

one in the stands.

her singular voice.

i can still feel it all.