Chess: A tango of lost souls

You move. I watch.

I move and you absorb me.

Attention to detail, thinking three steps ahead.

You tempt me, analyze me.

You wonder if I can keep up.

I keep my cards hidden, show what I have when I must.

You're impressed.

You want more.

We move to the rhythm of the music, step by step, beat by beat.

Strategy, thought and conflict.

We collide and lose something.

Maybe a fear, a mindless infraction.

You come closer. A state of upheaval.

A move too soon, a clear mistake.

A step too far, I miss you.

We're nothing more than two lost souls finding ourselves with every move.

The song comes to an end.

Everyone is gone. Just you and I.

I crave your touch once more, yet, I let go.

One of us must walk away.

Check mate.