6-0, T. K. O.

One last blow!

Just one more!

A listless landing,

Then a hard impact.

This was it! I waited with bated breath

before the referee signaled,

The good news was sent out by the announcers,

Bellowing enthusiastically over the loudspeakers.

Yes! That did it!

The ref confirmed your sixth K.O.!

You said you could,

And I knew you would!

I leaped up in from the edge of my seat,

Clapping and squealing excitedly,

At your clear victory,

I brushed my hair out of my eyes to see,

Your entire team standing strong,

Under the gaze of us all,

In the crowd and beaming,

Under the rays of spotlight,

Champions all.

The crowd erupted into roars at your triumph,

While the band’s rhythm complimented the beat of my heart;

drums clamoring in sync for the champs

I believed you were all along,

As your biggest cheerleader,

I tried to outdo all the others,

With my own cheers at your triumph,

Drowned out by the nearby band's jamboree of trumpets,

As your eyes squinted under the lights,

To seek me out from among the front of the crowd,

Just to exchange a smile with me.