ways in which I see you, ways in which I think

He doesnt see the same blue sky looking up. Only the lonely chess board with one player. I move the queen, he nods with excitement. I fall into an empty black square. Falling for what feels like forever. But then I see an orange shape in the distance. Calling out to me. An angel in disguise. It follows me until it's in my soul. It looks up with me as he looks down on us. We smile. I cry on it's shoulder. It soothes me. I feel nostalgic. The blue sky was something we once shared. I now share it with someone else. A new piece. A new love. Not my love story. My entire story.