Late Postcard



I remember only
that we’d forgotten who we were
swept up by
the haste to win our game –
same pieces, different rules –
so lost were we
that not even rest
came naturally anymore.
We only met at the table,
our promises sore,
our life crises spent,
riddled by debts
mostly to each other
and ourselves.
That only I remember.

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