Loss of Chess

Loss of Chess

R. Schreiber

 

Sometimes holding on

Is worse than letting go.

I cannot stress enough

The number of times that frase

Clicked repededly,

As if it were a chess clock,

Over and over in my ears.

 

I held on so tight.

It was months

Of built up love and adoration.

Letting go felt as if

My heart was slowing being torn out of me.

Piece by piece

I was loosing myself.

 

You had already moved on.

How could I have honestly been surprised?

You wouldn’t look in my direction

Or even ackknowledge I was there.

Like I was a ghost.

Like I was invisible to you.

 

Little did I know you were blind.

Blind to the love I had for you,

Blind to the heartbreak you caused,

Blind enough to make it seem impossible to understand my heart.

You’ve lost your queen

In your sad game of chess.

Your strategy was flawed,

Along with your eyes and mind.

She’s got a whole army behind her,

While your men have left you .

The queen has truly won.

 

My heart has healed.

I know yours can never let in what it needs.

Say all your sad words,

But save your apologies.

One day you’ll find the right queen,

And your strategies will force you to check yourself.

Check for your mistake.

Check to see if you can fix what you’ve done.

Lucky you!

This queen doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.

 

Yet.

 

Reviews

[rylesconroy]

You'll always make it through, you're so strong!