I thought that we were
friendly pieces
to a game of chess.
Even if we're both pawns.
But now you just
throw pieces.

A loss of lights
and unsaid fights
has spoiled our unsung marriage.

I’d rather walk
in the chilly grass
Slowly, while fire has time to beat
And tell you everything that burned me.

While heavens have concluded:
Your Jupiter heart
housed a Neptune love
but
hide the embers on Pluto.

May we hunt again the sky
for shooting stars

If the night allows?

Please
I beg.