Connell Waldron

I play football, wear the chain my mam gave me, and pretend I'm fine with how things are. But I’m not. I think about her all the time — Marianne, the one person who sees past the act. I love her, I hurt her, I try again. I carry Rob’s silence like a stone in my chest. At Trinity, I walk around like I belong but feel like I’m faking it. I overthink everything. I feel too much. I say too little.