Prayers go up

Going didn't help.
I went to support, and
I do support with my whole heart.
But now, now I'm home,
needing to plan,
to prepare,
to focus,
but my heart, mind, and
entire being
are not here wanting to plan,
to prepare,
to focus;
I am focused--
focused on one thing:
eyes peering
through waves of people,
glances redirected
when a smile goes his way,
limbs cheerless
in the thick of the game,
head hanging
though nobody would notice,
but this I notice.
On this, I am
focused.