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.
Copyright © Chris Fortin | Year Posted 2015
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