Ever dared to wonder if you could change the tides of loss and time?
Just by moving a few pieces around the board, right under his nose, as he tends to the world like a distracted games master.
If I changed the dates on that god fearing calendar, will you come back to mark your tidy expenses in the large while margins?
If I rearranged the spice boxes in the wrong order, could I irritate you long enough to conjure your ire?
If I bury my face in your essence, will you return, only to peel it from my fingers and throw it for a well earned wash?
If I leave all the lights on, will I see you in the morning when I need them no more and I need you no less?
Come back won’t you? There are no games without your rules. No salt without your spice. There is no tenable proof of life.
And here is my last offer to you. Take it or leave it.
If I stare at the door long enough, will I live to see you resurrect and walk back in? To never leave again.