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.