All at once, his head swirls round and round, he feels too lost to keep going, and he loses focus
He doesn't know where he's been or where he's going
And then he falls
Tumbling, bumbling fool rolling down the field
Hoping only that when he stands, he'd remember why he fell
Nothing and everything make sense
His head, oh, his head
He reclaims his bucking broom and flies, but somehow not straight
He knows what he wants, but he can't reach it
A vendetta almost personal drives him away from his dream
Can't reach, can't reach
But he's trying
He reaches for the ball, but misses
His head spins and he almost falls again
He can't focus
Nothing makes sense
The ball goes in, he wonders why
She pulls her scarf more tightly to protect against the freezing wind and whispers into her hand
A tiny cough to cover the sound of her love
She wonders if it was right
And yet she doesn't care
The smell of spearmint toothpaste blocks all else
It is done
The boy she watches loses focus
He misses
He falls
Crooked flight from the one she does this for
He doesn't miss
The look of surprise in widened eyes so blue
Smiling in his glory
She smiles
It was worth it
He knows what she's done but he knows why
And he lets it slide
He sees her smiling up at the ginger ball of suck
And he accepts it
He's fine now, he flies straight, but it's over
It's over
She's lost to him
It's almost the same, dizzying, spinning round and round as he watches her love another
As he watches her hide it
He walks off the plane
And no one sees him go