By, Kalee O’Neal
Autumn leaves falling from trees,
Reminding the world of change.
To let go of the past
And look towards a future
Filled with renewal.
Your eyes, blue and prominent,
Convey a world of something I cannot grasp onto
As you analyze the pawns on the board that rests
On the picnic table in front of us.
What are you thinking?
My heart is a locked door,
And I refuse to open myself
To a man who holds more secrets
Than an ocean.
My head is spinning and my palms are shaking
As an October breeze sends my disheveled hair
Flying around my face.
You sigh and make a move
that leaves me to struggle
on my own.
Why would you do that?
I suck in a sharp breath and regain my composure
And retaliate against your efforts
To take control
By picking away at your most vulnerable bishop.
I smirk at my ability to be pragmatic
And confidence surges like a river through my veins
As the wooden horse that once protected your kingdom
Is eliminated.
What will you do now?
The park we are visiting
Is empty
And the grey sky is growing darker
As my ferocity overpowers the board
Between us.
After all,
The queen will always have more power than
The king.
Have you lost your own game?
Nothing is meant to last forever
And every leaf must fall from the tree as the air gets hauntingly colder.
You quiver with frustration as my lips utter the two words
That end it all.
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