Could it be water pouring down for days, at least since Monday.
Could it be elegantly waiting, at last, until the end.
Could it be everything else that I simply had to forget.
Or could it just be the game and not the replay.
I could do something today, but not tomorrow.
I could be someone else then, maybe too much.
I could even last through this, but not for too long.
And not as long as I am just the game and not the replay.