Surrealism Viii Poem by Atef Ayadi

I was focused on the chess board
Eileen is an unbeatable opponent
I could not tell her anything
About my feelings for her;
A feeling As old as the game itself
Chess is the game of life
My life game
A male was standing around our table
With a persisting smile
His eyes were solidified around Eileen
As I tried to move
My bishop
To a check mate
Eileen asked me if we can
Postpone the game
She has neck pain
She left
And vanished with our table host.

I waked up;
It was just a dream!