Chess

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 11 Dec 2021

I moved.
I'll wait for you.
Right left. In diagonal.
I moved.
You can go.
Return.
Move, life. I moved.
That I crossed the board
and I hear the check
every so often
in my ear.
In the form of a whisper
and I deliver
pieces, the clock. Time.
I let it go
between pawns and bishops
that fall
without declaration of war,
without a truce
in the form of a souvenir.
It is not worth having memory, life.
To forget you
just close my eyes.