Match Poem by Fabiana Souza

We didn't match 
At the first talk.
We discussed and hated one another.
You were black
I was white
 —like the squares in the chessboard:
the dirty game we played.
I ran out
You ran out
And we came back, years later
In different colors
Something between grey and blue
Eventually red
 — yet never yellow.
Now our hands are tied
By the thread of fate
And our bodies settle together
Every little problem
We didn't initially match.
We still discuss, we
Still have different means and reasons.
But, now, we aim to the same horizon.