Your Move
Like a tennis game
Only slower
The ball’s in your court
Time to make your move
Wait what?!
You say it’s in my court?
Are you blind?
Or am I?
This ritual war between us
This dance that comes betwixt us
How long more can we go on
Tip-toeing
Parrying
Thus?
Actually it’s more like fencing
Not tennis
Cos fencing can draw blood
Leaving us bruised and battered
Never the same as we were at the start
Set me free
Leave me be
Why must we parry and thrust
All day long like this?
Can’t we just accept
Let bygones be
Carry on as though
Nothing happen
Day into night into day into…
…eternity?
