Weeks seem long, days never ending,
Time stands still, the sky unbending.
No kickoff time set, my alarm runs dry,
Days drifting away, no reason why.

No matchday notifications, miss the thrill,
No lineup scrolls, no prematch chill.
I miss the matchday rituals that predicted my week,
So much to tolerate, this ain’t for the weak.

It’s been months since the season ended,
We stood strong, we fought, we defended.
The jersey still hangs, etched with pride,
A symbol of hope that hasn’t died.

The new season awaits,
Refined hopes that elevate.
A few more days for my alarm to be set,
Notifications flooding – no regret.

My soul stands still, yet I have yearned,
For that kick-off cheer — to be returned.