Jenga

When I was in high school

I dreamed of the perfect person to play jenga with

Then I found him

We carefully put every piece together to ensure that it wouldn't fall.

Once we had to start all over again

but this foundation was much stronger.

For many years we built this masterpiece

piece by piece

obstacle after obstacle.

Five years built on a solid rock.

Until one day

he asked another person to join in our legacy

As she pulled out that last middle piece that was holding the game together

our history started to crumble

piece by piece

every thing we built was shattered.

Didn't take long for him to realize that

I was the better person to play Jenga with him.

As he rapidly put the piece back together

he didn't notice that the foundation had started to fade away.

What was once our legacy

has now became a one person's game.

And I am just the viewer

wondering who is the next player to come our way.