We used to look at the couple in front.
Holding hands in their 70s.
Broncos cool bag with their drinks.
Cushions on their seats, settled in.
Sharing a scarf, between them both.
Wrapped around them, keeping warm.
Still holding hands, the whole game through.
Feel the love between these two.
That will be us , we used to say.
In our 70s, watching the game.
That will be us, we will be them.
But then life changed, “we” were never again.
Now I watch from home, a member still.
Support my club, I always will.
It’s not the same, being there without you.
I don’t like it without you, I never do.
