Stalemate
Two sat at a table where the board lay
Gears turning, pondering a play.
Simple conversation was being made;
Talking and talking, but few thoughts were said.
They exchanged many a move,
Probing at the other’s mind.
Very little sufficed to reveal their intent —
However, the ever-cautious pair, riddled with doubt
Felt petrified of decision without
Some explicit,
Some undeniable,
Some irrefutable notion to confirm
What they had surmised from their conduct
Inevitably, the two grew tired of their exchange,
Waiting for a sign that never came
They rose from their posts;
Frustrated,
Disappointed.
They left and travelled their separate ways,
And haven’t seen each other to this day.
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