Poetry

The gamble.

Posted on by Amber S Morse

I played my final hand,
knowing the odds against
my favor, as all I needed
was the queen of hearts
nestled deeply behind the
blue print found in your
hand – as I waited patiently
for you to lay your cards on
the table, and yet instead of
taking all that was left of me,
you got up, silently walking
away, taking your cards and
my queen of heart with you.

4 comments

  1. Carisa Adrienne · October 4, 2015

    ((((Hugs))))) ❤️

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  2. gretl feeson · October 8, 2015

    Reblogged this on Letters & notes and commented:
    Lovely write by ambersmorse, check out the blog

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