Two need to play the game- poem

Two need to play the game

of caprice,

and your needs are forever bounded

to my needs.

Our sense is existence, persistence

in the continuum of life.

To choose not to move on,

not to persist in the unwinding

of the riddle of existence

is to stop us both from being.

Make your move, don’t leave me

playing by myself,

because the game is dull

when you forfeit.



I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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