A Deck of Cards

26 5 5

The thump of the door

closing one last time

topples the tower of cards

we built together.

From our chair

I reach and pull

an ace of hearts

but a crack splits

the middle and all

I have left are

jagged shards.

Every piece I try salvage

cuts and bleeds

my heart till it numbs

and my face forgets

the feel of a smile.

Nothing can last forever

and I begin by building

a solid foundation for


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