A cheesy Christmas
song on the phone while I wait for a solution to my operational issues.
Wrong days,
wrong dates, unmatching schedules.
My faux
hectic life.
Not so long
ago, you had a spot in it.
And this is
where the blues begin to play.
Seven seas
of immensity. There was I, standing on the shore, in awe.
A lightning
had hit me fully in the chest.
Such a constant
wave of electricity I had to keep a safety distance from.
A chessboard
opened.
That was my
own strategy for the game that then begun.
From our
very own points, we would play.
Eyes on my
pawns as the rook rushes near.
So many
signs would be sent, and lost in zero gravity fields they would remain.
Forgotten,
one might think. Not a single piece of it unnoticed, I clarify.
My crave
was for your whining.
I was
hungry for your spoiled reaction, for your baby cry.
Regardless
anything, it meant you still cared.
It was a
beautiful Sunday morning.
My pawns
were marching towards a bishop.
The skies
were blue.
So many
mistakes and poorly planned moves. Bitter whereabouts. Unreadable thoughts.
Unforgivable minds.
Your queen swept
around the board.
I was stuck
in a check position.
A moment of
shock, but hopes still flourished. However, only for so long.
On the
following morning, deeper blue skies.
While
walking around the beautiful central square, I realized.
Not a
single word had been spoken that day.
Not a
single moaning was cried.
For once, I
understood.
That was
the day when my king felt.
That was
the day you stopped caring.
Checkmate.
As we
speak, I gaze upon the long road that lies ahead.
Its
emptiness revealed by the burning sun of the still upcoming summer.
That little
piece of me is gone. Perhaps, never mine has it been.
Small talk
and controversies.
A marvel of
infinity now just a past dream.
And as I
rush to keep up with the engines of everyday life, I set myself to the dare. To
the morning and day I will, myself, finally stop to care.
Cheers.
