You are
the white
queen of chess.
You are the queen.
And me ?
What do you
take me for?
How do you
see me?
After all,
when I accidentally
run into you
on the street,
from the confusion
of feelings,
like a knight
on a chessboard,
I take a step
to the side,
run away
from this sight,
run away
from the possibility
of colliding
very close.
Afraid that you
will read
the impossible
love in my eyes,
I run to
the other side
of the street.
And then
I'm disgusted
that I left like
a knight
on a chessboard.
And I'm doing
it all wrong.
Probably because you -
you-are the queen
of white chess.
Too regular,
too beautiful,
too white
and delicate,
for me to imagine
myself next
to such beauty.
Life is a game.
A game of chess,
and I'm probably
a very bad
chess player.
The queen of white chess
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