A Lost Game

A blank page.
An empty road.
A cup, no coffee
An open sky
Today’s newspaper has no headlines.
A knock on the door, no one outside.
Where’s the wind?
Asks the wind chime.
Chairs are arranged, is anyone coming?
Your Knight’s in distress
The Bishop, a lone ranger
Queen is indebted to the Pawn
And the Rook casts a side-glance at the King’s riches
Friend, you never came
No scores on that page
Longed for a glimpse of you,
Walking down the street,
Smelling the freshly brewed coffee.
A dance, the wind chime couldn’t remember
Fingerprint smudge on that chair, a lone memory
A lost game, an absent you
And headline?
Not sure.

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