#compansionship

Artist - unknown

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One, of the two chairs, thrones under Chinese twilight’s a’swirl and vacuous come my evening’s stroll. Where once two men would tinker, tea, and tease atop a’board of chess, only one remains, and that one would ‘ever cry. Tears that only grey’d make, fears that only age could stake, and a pecking order with number nigh, I knew, come wail, come fireworks, come the lonely flowers atop promenades near, that the last game of chess was just the other night. The last cup of tea was just the other night, and the one left behind thought about the “night,” as we all do. When’s mine a coming? When’s mine a’coming? Just when is my night a’coming? So that I may see you again, dear friend, let me see you again.