A game gone wrong, obnoxiously you played
By holding him submissive to your might.
Too long, too long, with him in pain you stayed,
While others thought a game too rough, your fight.
Yet when I saw the anger in your eyes,
As quickly come as always it were there,
I knew you were not faking in your tries
To cut off his supply of needed air.
"Okay, calm down," I tried to get to he
Who lay in disbelief behind his mask.
Face cleared - to them, excuses made; to me
"Sometimes it happens" - though I did not ask.
You were not in control during your game -
I know, because my sister is the same.
