When We Play Scrabble

He is calculated
And considers maneuvers.
He counts letters
And squares methodically.

It is silent
While I wait.

On the other side
Of the table,
My tiles are
Ready to play.

He has letters
To make words,
But he hesitates
To commit.

It is silent
While I wait.

Finally with defeat,
He lays down letters.
"DIAPER"
For 10 points.

Without pause,
I place my tiles
The move I had been
Waiting to make.

His turn again.
And his scrutiny
Of the game board
Resumes.

This is us now,
Our life.
He is irresolute. 
I am ready.

In the end,
He wins the game.
But it's more fun
To play my way.