A losing hand

POSTED IN Stories November 23, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A losing hand

Now we gamble on our love.
We shared the feelings equally
and all bets are off.
I open with a fear
you call my fear and raise an anger
so I lose this first round.
Then I bet a memory
you call my bluff
and raise the forgetting
and I lose again.
I bet a question,
you raise the silence
and do not win.
I bet the “I love you” ace
your glance calls and raises
the “I loved you” straight flush.
Resigned I accept the defeat.
(Well, I still have an ace up my sleeve: the Hope!)

 

The 23rd of November 2015

 

Maria Magdalena Biela