A letter for the King

You were in my dream last night

I remember the glint in your eye, not in my dream. Yours, your real eyes.

It’s as though a spark of lightning would dart behind them when you would have that peak moment.

The Cheshire cat grin and simple “huh” you would utter.

A king as all his pieces have come into play.

But no, in my dream you were desperate. Bored. Your life had lost a certain meaning. Still incapable of telling the truth you lied to your loved ones. You couldn’t leap until you were sure.

You pleaded with me, a sad sort of panic behind your eyes.

I had to repeat myself, over and over.

“No, I just don’t love you anymore”

We shared a kiss, though brief. It was like I had bestowed such a gift upon your lips. A drop of water on your desert scorched skin.

I had to show you, there was just no meaning to it anymore. Nothing behind the skin that craved what was once mine.

I know it was never really mine. You had never really been mine alone. You belonged to the world and you gave yourself up so freely.

And then, you just disappeared, and I was left wanting.

I don’t know what but I felt a little less than what I was prior to your confrontation.

A Cheshire cat grin with your pieces falling into place. What are you up to?