The outdoor chess table they first sat
across, was a kingdom's polarity off the
grid.
Moments before Manhattan tethered its
faintest sway--her face stumbled.
Went side to side, revealing it can live
with anything--because of how much was
dead.
The world grabbed her by the face, as she
smiled.
A well ordered paranoia always about to
drop something, a red-faced frustration
an excuse me away from unrecognizable.
Her burnt out awe pained him, because
she didn't believe it.
How she cherry picked disappointment
when he'd become overly natural, which
she mistrusted.
During a sketchy phone call at rush hour,
she temporarily lost sight of him.
When he relieved a crowd, she told him
she thought he abandoned her.