..because this freelancer was a gamer and a frustrated poet too.
An Unsent Letter to that Gamer I Loved
I stopped by that corner of that darkly painted street
And walked towards the café where you and I used to meet.
Three steps from the doorway, I paused and breathed a sigh.
Found myself just staring like shaken passerby.
For that night was the last night that only I did know.
So I stood across that lonely street where strangers come and go.
Rehearsing and repeating the words I want to say
Except this time I savored them like I savor creamy sundae.
And as you said: “…be there by eight”, I saw you walking there
In yellow shirt and tattered shorts and curly, unkempt hair.
The deities hummed their godly tunes as you whistled a jazz beat.
You skipped towards the café where you and I used to meet.
As you got inside that dreaded place, oblivious of my stares,
I whispered these, my “goodbye” piece to the cold December air –
We both know well and we could say that it is a mistake
That broken knees and broken hearts heal quickly when they break.
I may have fought my battles but you have your own wars too.
I braved the waves of destiny. You conquered Travian S2.
Craft of war and Ancient defenses…
Societies, Towns, and Rising forces…
Farms and Cities all on queue
Plus all the other silly games, the old ones and the new.
Please never think I didn’t care because I loved you too.
But now, your time I give to you – So long, farewell, adieu.
