Dansing Shadows Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The whistle blows, a sound so clear,
My team stands slumped, a heavy tear
Starts to form, but not for this loss,
Not for the points, or what's the cost.

This ache inside, it feels so old,
A story whispered, never told.
This sting of failing, sharp and deep,
Is for the promises I couldn't keep.

The cheers are gone, the crowd moves on,
But in my heart, a battle's dawn.
It's not the scoreboard, red and stark,
But shadows dancing in the dark.

A ghost of laughter, thin and far,
A fading echo from a scar.
This losing moment, plain and true,
Unlocks the feelings I held from you.