The night becomes blind by
what plays on in my mind
I
link up to the lights that react
pupils contract
and the deal has been done.

In the arena and you should
have seen her
I did and wish I had more,

she beat me
fair and square
I was there and
that's a fact.

The day has a way
of
distorting the truth.
and the shadows are ruthless,
relentless.
which means less to her
than to me.

Out on the balcony
she
waves to me
and smiles.

One hundred and one
mahjong tiles and
I cannot find a
match.