I am a pawn.
They looked to me at the time,
like queens of lace and kings of mystery.
I was mistaken.
All pawns- one competition.
They carved me into masterpieces.
They added dashes of gold and silver to the outer lining
of my silhouette.
Only then did I fit- molded perfectly into the side of their tower.
Crafted in time for eternity.
I was the gem added to the crown,

Until my pawn, longingly, tipped over the side of the board.
I was lost in time and space where one was a pawn,
not a part of a game.

They lost me, but none was absent.
But, I thought, we were one,
We were sameness.
We were sameness.
And yet,
I fell
and my perfectly handcrafted molding, crumbled into my hands.

Only then did I realize-the basis was poorly constructed.

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