Mana

I tried saying hi today. No really, I did.
The closer I got, the farther you seemed.
I was getting nearer, and it was getting colder.
The fire we once had was burned out.
And with every try I made to contract my speech muscles, I was met with inhibitory impulses.
With every attempt I made at moving to touch you, I was shocked at the loss of spark.
You once used to be my light in the dark.
What turned you off?
My hardness is no match for your erect pride.
Why can’t you too say hi?
I really want to talk, but I don’t want to be first.
Can’t you come say hello yet?
I used to call you my favourite piece, my pawn.
But what happens when the pawn crosses the board?
Where did I go wrong? What’s our fault?
Dear God…