I yield;
the metronome has lost
it’s pulse.

Too much time vested
in the unending complexity.

Expectations laid the foundation;
the checkered board confounding
our movements.

Maybe we were the wrong players;
maybe I never understood the rules.

Those moments never wasted
because the lessons unabated
revealed the weakness
in my strategy to love you.

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