and feeling sick to my stomach
I'm looking for every excuse not to compete,
to somehow be able to just sit and cry
My first meet of collegiate track,
my first ever meet for indoor track
my first meet ever where you weren't going to be there
in the stands
cheering me on
screaming my name above all the noise.
I can always pick out your voice
no matter how loud the crowd is
or how much I try to tune you out
Your voice is always there
always encouraging
always comforting
always exactly what I need
to help me across that finish line
But I was picking up my pole
and walking to the runway,
and walking to the runway,
as I searched the crowd frantically
you were nowhere to be found
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