Poker

Big blind.

She hasn't texted back in two days...

 

I'll call.

 

But I suppose

Things haven't really been the same

 

Since...

 

Check.

 

I told her how I felt and she wasn't in

The same place...

 

Four hundred in.

 

I guess I needed space

But I liked having her around...

 

Call.

 

Call, call maybe I should call...

Would she appreciate a call?

 

Your turn mate.

 

"I know I know"

She's probably in france...

 

Are you going to play?

England lost to France,

True in many ways...

 

It's your turn...

 

"I'll call"

Where has she gone?

 

Three hundred raise...

 

I loved her...

 

I'll check that.

 

Yeah, I loved her...

 

All in...

 

Yeah christ I loved her...

But things change.

You've lost all your money...

 

*throwing chips across the table"

 

I know...

 

...and you walk off.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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