The rounds feel colder, the game’s not the same,
Without you here, it’s a lonelier game.
Your calm, your clutch, your unshaken drive,
It’s hard to keep fighting without you alive.
The site feels empty, the plays don’t flow,
No flash of brilliance, no steady glow.
We watch the replays, the magic you spun,
But the past is a shadow when the present’s undone.
The calls are quieter, the rush feels bare,
Like we’re chasing a win that’s no longer there.
Marved, the void you left hits too deep,
In this world of fractures, it’s you that we keep.
So here’s to the hope, through time and delay,
That we’ll see you return to light up the play.
Until then, in whispers, your legend will thrive—
Marved, the game’s waiting for you to arrive.
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