I should have tried harder
to love Steve Davis.
If not for his neat bow tie
then for his rare motor skills.
Good hand-eye co-ordination
smooths the path of a relationship.
At least one of you must have it
like hope, and the ability
to love and keep one's word.
There was much I failed to understand
that Steve tried to explain:
that life's a process of elimination,
and the black truth must be toyed with
until it's the only way out.
One must maximise one's options
within the frame the game creates,
avoiding conflict until its result
can be decisive in your favour -
and the one true art is procrastination
so complex it appears something is happening
until finally, the smack of the cue
drives uncertainty off the face of the earth.
I've learned at last I don't need anything
that requires a hand to touch me.
I dream of the long green baize
where Steve and I might have lain,
my unmanageable dreams
finally, gratefully, pocketed.
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