The Chess Game

You have always been the blues song for me which is never to be told. You have had a classic white car which has abondened among plum trees behind long years. Loving you is a chess game. One king, one queen… No escape from capture. We will be lying in time as long as your classic car waiting to be on the road among the plum trees. Singing blues… I have no real courage to love and be loved as the game may be simply over. Up, down, to the sides, no more places to escape from being abondened… White, black , and going on  until the end of the game… Then? Chess games mostly end without a winner. We both will be as lonely as your classic car in time. Those we win, those we lost… Even we know the rules, the strategies, there is so much to learn in life to be real lovers which is impossible to be endless players. One day everything will be over. We will be the loser since everyone loses one day… As your lost classic car behind long years with unfaithfulness… Many years ago, it was your favourite car which you had always wanted to be on highways… I won’t play chess with you. You may cheat.