When Nobody Wins.

Every day
You bring a piece of puzzle home.
Every day
We play this game.
Every day
We try to win,
We fight,
We make moves,
We plan ahead.
Sometimes
The puzzle pieces
Are so many
That they make no sense.
Sometimes
They are so clear
That I can write a story;

Tell me,
Things like
Lipstick stains,
Phone numbers,
Spent weekends,
Perfumed sighs,
Slipped names.

What are they,
If not a part of the game?

And oh yes,
Two can play that.

 

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