Shake hands

I go through life like a game of chess –
I calculate your moves in advance

I see how,
as we try to make changes,
the pattern of our existence rearranges

and all of us now
are heading towards defeat

Losing has never been sweet,
but anger or tears,
being stuck in a moment for years,
is not a strategy of the strong

So even if I seem cold,
I’ll take the more calculated approach

I’ll distance myself,
I won’t try to get help,
or try to fix what no longer can be repaired

It’s only fair,

when a game is lost,
to appreciate all the players,

and shake hands