Delta40
07-15-2012, 08:56 AM
The board
laid across an old table
which echoes a language
you and I no longer speak.
We will never locate such words
in the Oxford to temper
the stale atmosphere.
Still, we thrash out our differences
with a game of scrabble.
You swear.
I savour the blank
even though our facial expressions
tell the same, worn story
over and over again
amidst the etchings
in the wooden table
of a bygone family life.
Why am I not surprised
by the ending?
The distance,
grown tired of letters
and meanings
just like the thinly disguised scores
shaped by sarcastic wit
and a cursory kiss,
grows by inches,
tile by tile.
laid across an old table
which echoes a language
you and I no longer speak.
We will never locate such words
in the Oxford to temper
the stale atmosphere.
Still, we thrash out our differences
with a game of scrabble.
You swear.
I savour the blank
even though our facial expressions
tell the same, worn story
over and over again
amidst the etchings
in the wooden table
of a bygone family life.
Why am I not surprised
by the ending?
The distance,
grown tired of letters
and meanings
just like the thinly disguised scores
shaped by sarcastic wit
and a cursory kiss,
grows by inches,
tile by tile.