It was chess Seventh grade Ninth for you Neither of us Cared much For the game But it was The start The first fatal step Towards our inevitable Collision And now Nearly Twenty years Later We still Play the game That neither Of us Has ever truly Loved Because it Simply Became A language Our hearts Spoke

1. Two Strangers have met As if by fate united Friendship discovered 2. My brother in arms Against our own solitude With you we can win 3. In your reflection As we stand here together I learn of myself 4. With you by my side I know I am not alone I can be more true 5. We speak without end And create a shared vision Of new brighter dawn's

(From Pizdun)

Not a poem, this time. But a nice little piece that I've written when needing to get myself unstuck.