Leave the pieces.
There on the table, next to the bottle of wine.
The words pass my lips so carelessly that i forgot we were talking about my heart.
He looks at me with disdain and I pretend to apologize.
He isn't fooled.
It is asinine-
This dance we do.
This game we play.
Back and forth-
up and down.
Make up and break up.
And yet- i feel as if i am never part of the decision making process.
So in all reality, asking for the pieces to be left this round was not too much to ask.
I smile.
Not because i am right but because he knows it.
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