She is running and gunning on multiplayer
totally destroying the opposition
Excitement levels rise and fall
over a bloodless carnage
Fingers blur
changing between weapons
checking ammunition
calling in air cover and tossing grenades
all at staggering speed
When she smiles
her teeth show
She’s the driver
and I’m the passenger
While waiting in the game lobby
she leans across to me
drawing on refreshment
“You stay strong for me”
I hear whispered
“and I’ll stay strong for you”
Brinkinfield 