The Chair

Crossing legs
Pretending not to know my intent
attempting to encapsulate innocence
I see through the act
but still
I play this game with you
and you with me
we both want to end on the same place
and yet we play
dancing back and forth
making up the game at the parts we have that aren't the same
in our own way we have done this before
and yet the trick is to seem the opposite way
it acted out this way for days
until we reached this point
on stolen fabric
on stolen time
with all emotions opposite to the intended aim
rage
impatience
fear
Too sure this event would be so dear
as to avoid the blackening of a forgetful mind
how did I get us here
and oft' unasked the question "Why"
for there is nothing to be gained in this
the brief exchange of quiet breaths
the minute or less afforded by the walking of a long forgotten stair