Chris Fortin Poet Prose Poetry

Dark Now

i see you
standing in the cold quiet snow,
watching me through the night
through the dark

I see us
talking together once more
sprites nostalgic for a superior game

I see me
counting now the moments
till this now boring sim
stops

and I can meet you in the room
of remembrance
and bow to you,
conceding a perfect game.

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Skat A December 29, 2015 at 5:30 PM CHRIS, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups home page during the last week of 2015 and beginning of 2016 :) awesome way to start the year... Enjoy the coming Year.... SKAT