We’d share our time and words exchange.
Our social contract thus free-range.
You spoke to me, I spoke to you
The way good friends of course should do.
Yes, I heard you and you heard me;
Quite back-and-forth as should it be.
‘Til of a sudden one fine day –
I saw the real game here at play.
I should pile praises at your feet,
And they of course, must be replete.
Your coming back quite suddenly
Brought you much pain and misery?
To my dismay, your time you find
Much more important than is mine.
© S P Wilcenski 2021
Originally a bit of prose. Which (shudder!) was a lot of words. Pah! Thoughts complete and succinct not consumable. Open to misinterpretation, so very much more palatable.
Fit this in: I’ll not play the game any longer.