A.W. Books & Poetry

I moved my piece,

Said my peace,

It’s your turn now.

You can leave,

That’s okay,

Or you can stay,

And we could work it out.

I’ve been true to my word,

Since our first words,

To be met by your silence,

And captured by hurt.

Now, I know you’ve been hiding,

There’s no need for fighting,

Because it’s your turn to play.

I don’t know what you intend,

But if you want me as a friend,

Be one.

If you’re trying to love me,

Be there.

We’re running out of squares.

There’s no shame in a draw.

What the writers say has some truth:

right person, wrong time

And I’m no fool,

Games are no place for love,

Gambits don’t score hearts,

So, there’s only one move,

And I’m not waiting for you to make it.

~Annalise