what road to take, where to leave
| Thoughts of you fill the head, cloud the mind, confuse the heart. When good, (on the occasions when that person you could be, should be, and the one that I wait for) like fine china,
you gleam with brilliant magnificence and upon a pedestal should you be, with adoration pouring from all admirers, including me.
Rare is the appearance of that man and all too often, instead, the childish one invokes his nastiest alter persona, aka the monster. Even away when love should be at apex and pulling heartstrings, painfully magical, tugging and making yearnings of reunion nothing less than everything, it appears and through the air sends pitiful and hateful rebukes to the one chosen for his love.
Games that should never be played continue in full force and at least one player thinks of folding the board, placing the pieces in their small cardboard sections, and closing the box. A garage sale item, he hopes not, but pin anything to what he has now he cannot do?