Athletes running, jumping; breaking every record in the book.
But I can’t bear to look.
Outstanding achievements; history rewritten every day.
I have to turn away.
Perfect human bodies; stretching, straining, flexing expertly.
It’s all too much for me.
He was something like them; driven to the limit by a dream.
He never made the team.
It would’ve made him happy; to be there and compete, and maybe win.
I can’t forget his grin.
He wanted it so badly; he worked so very hard over the years.
It’s hard to stop the tears.
So young and strong and healthy; a talent so exceptional and rare.
Of course, it isn’t fair.
At last the games are over; I watch the flame go out with huge relief.
And struggle on with grief.