channel 7 television drama

by mandaceehb

Back and forth, back and forth

Like a flimsy sampan rocking on undecided waters

You are playing games

Not with each other, but inside your individual heads giddy with prospects

of fanciful self-imaginings

This is the game: you tell yourself that she loves you, and then watch

as with every action, she tears that vulnerable notion apart

This is the game: you tell yourself that he loves you, and then wait with bated

breath as with every motion he comes one step

closer to the shadow of your embrace

This is the life you fear, of the day when there will be no games left

to play

And all you leave each other with is chipped chess pieces and faded playing cards

Or a patchwork quilt and a beating heart