The room is as we left it
it has been long
that these walls felt the warmth
of the sun.
Everything that was sleeping
with it for so long seems to have awakened
with the opening doors
I see you again
sitting by the window having tea
watching me
as i struggle with the horse
who did not know where to go
after you killed the queen
set a trap for the king
Your magic trick, was six moves.
I practiced it on the board for long, alone
Too long – too late
Now, my eyes look away from the board
there’s an empty chair before me.
now i know the six moves trick
but I so much want to lose another game.
Wow, what a gem Pri.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of Stephen Spender writing about his schooldays, when bullies would throw him out and he would later smile at them, longing to forgive, but they would not look !
Lovely. Touched.
Warmth
Max