Two Down, Bottom of the Ninth, Up By One

Your arm swept by my ear and released the ball
Hurled perfectly towards home plate and the advancing threat
The runner tagged
The game won
The corwd erupted in a roaring cheer
You threw your hands up like a mighty warrior
Victorious
Heroic
You patted the back of my grass-stained jersey
Told me it was a good effort, smiled
The misjudged distance
The stinging failure
They hoisted you up on their shoulders like a god
I watched from a distance, imagining all that could have been
It was ruled an error
To me it was a tragedy