played the game
with confidence she lost all the same
left with 2 words
replayed like a broken recorder
they hear
but not listen
mindless variations
frequency goes beyond all charts
crashing tidal waves
deafened by pressure
the slowing down of time
by each passing silent scream
stale wind on a vane
accuracy without doubt
vague void vacuum

left standing at the edge
breaking
crawling
longing.. which is older than love

the table is turned upon
no longer mine
but yours.