Smile for the possible King

I never spoke to you face to face, I am not your friend.

Yet you lived so close to me, it was inevitable for us to have some contact.

With a text you reached out to me.

Hey.

What's Up?

How are you?

 

And with a text I reply.

Hi.

Nothing much.

I'm good.

 

And a whole summer passes by, my neighbor. 

And we become acquaintances.

 

So funny, and awkward.

I don't even know you.

 

It has been a year, and I know your intentions.

You are brash, and I, who can read people, see your intentions.

I will play with you.

And text you back.

With a sly smile on my face.

 

Entertain me.

 

And maybe, if you play the game right, you will become the object of my checkmate.

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