Games

I always fall prey to pieces of you that play me like a pawn, sacrificed to the game we continue to play, knowing I will never have you in checkmate.

I am filled with the adrenaline of gambling on the line between right and wrong. You deal aces, flattering me with carefully placed hints of your welcoming arms. You chip away at me, breaking me down only as far as I let you.

We play together. Never against one another, yet I am your only worthy opponent. Back and forth, we trade places as the days pass by. Father-time has clocked the laps we continue to take with no finish line in sight.

Our closeness is not measured by distance, for you feel lightyears away, yet your presence surrounds me and I become drunk in it. At times, my eyes close and it feels like I could reach out and touch you although you are not there. But even a blind man could call our bluff in the attempts we make to remain at a distance.