A love poem.


Checkmate


When I come back to bed
I can still feel
The warmth on my pillow.

The sound of your voice
Deep and rich,
The way you put sentences together
We play Scrabble when we talk
I'm left with only Zs and Qs.

When I come back to bed
There's the warmth
Where my body was.

Unexpected kindness and understanding
Is what I find in you
Like when someone lets me win at cards,
But no one lets me win
I have to beat them and beat them good.

There's the moment
When my feet hit the cold floor
And I'm plunged back into reality
From a troubled sleep.

You think you are an old man
Playing chess in the park,
But your knight has run off with my pawn,
This strategy is failing,
I can't see more than a move ahead.

When I come back to bed
And peel off the covers
And curl up under my blanket
And it rains against my window
All I know
All I know
Is that I'm alone.

© 2007 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-01-31 at 21:25

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Kari
I love it, it's heartbreaking but I love it. You have style!
2007-06-26