• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 12

There We Were

The chips are stacked against us.
Turn, then look. It’s the pit boss.
My pocket, or yours, if we conspire
This picture’s framed.
Look at it from reverse
Your face in mine
Or am I one - that's overtaking yours?
Either way - look at it from both sides
Whether I move, or if it's you -
If the chips fall, one by one
They dangle through the air
Bounce and spin, topple and slide, skid, then bottom out
It never mattered, they will say.
I needed you as much as you held us up.
But who's to say this was us, winning
This corridor isn't too narrow
Still we can't pass by, abreast
So let it serve as distraction
Let the chips fall,
not railing against reason
instead,
pitter-patter
everything is out, now
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There We Were

It is everyone else
watchful eyes, anticipatory glances
we look back, undismayed
who's smug?
Move apart, the both of you!
They're charging. We separate.
The chips begin to fall.
As you turn a corner,
I see you. An eye meets me.
They'll say forever
about the pout
As we stood, awestruck.
You're still so cold.
Say 'I'll never let go, Jack.'
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