Playing Games

I’ve tried to imagine life without him.
Each time I’ve ended up crying.
I can’t do it, he’s a part of me.

I remember the day we first met.
We didn’t care for each other that much.
That might be an understatement, but I guess I want to remember that day as a great moment.
That was when our paths crossed.

At first we weren’t close.
We weren’t friend.
We weren’t lovers.
We were simply comrades.
Allies in a game neither wished to play.

Allies become agreeable opposites.
Agreeable opposites became friends.
Friend became more than I thought it could be.

Then the tables all turned.
The game was different now, and I wanted to know the rules.
He set all the stages, he pulled up the curtain.
I was the one who walked onto the stage.

The ropes began to thin.
The days grew shorter.
He became colder.
But I didn\'t accept it.

He started it.
I must sound like a child.
I feel like one.
I\'m scared and alone.
But I know he\'s never coming back.

He started it.
He ended it.