We have played this game earlier
Your gambit was familiar:
I remember a rainy winter morn
With you biting your nails away
Wanting to prove a point:
You could beat me at chess any day.
You began promisingly
But in the middle game played dreadfully
Seconds chuckled in your stopclock
Rain fell in chorus with your curses
Soon, you were Queenless and Bishopless
Your King solitary and helpless.
You gave up on 25 grinning sheepishly:
“I’ll beat you next time, wait and see”
You leaned across and kissed me. We played
Another game that winter night
Our moves were complementary
Every variation seemed just right.
Now like strangers we don’t talk
As those suffering from shell-shock
As you move your Knight to King’s Rook 8
Bowed across the board like bitter enemies:
Good times have castled
In the squares of our memories.