the move she made was unexpected
a fork to force a decision upon rested
our entire relationship
to know would be pure genius or madness
by chance to not know would be pure heart-ache
yet her finger lifted from the piece - played
my answer, required as it were, would seal our fate
a 'yes' changed her direction
from affirmation to affection
a 'no' emboldened her against me
with imagined and calculated malice
either path ended at the same spot
at the dark crevasse in the valley behind the hill
of waned friendships and parted ways
why she asked the question is irrelevant
the result i shall always think upon
like retracing uncounted strokes
after the pin is replaced
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