Solo Move

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In a room of grandeur, he sits alone

The chessboard his companion, his heart a stone

Once he sought partnership, love’s gentle art

But unmet expectations tore them apart

 

Now he makes his moves, with precision and care

No opposing player, to share the air

Self-love his solace, a bittersweet refrain

A solo journey, with no one to blame

 

It’s not a game of joy, but one of might

He navigates the pieces, through day and night

No tricks, no illusions, just a careful stride

Through the silence, he’ll be his own guide

 

In this fancy room, with its opulent grace

He finds a strange comfort, in his solo space

For though love’s sweetness, is lost to his sight

He knows he won’t be tricked, in this endless night.

Solo Move

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