It Was Just A Game

Written for the Starts With/Ends With Contest

I thought our love was everlasting

Like two magnets bound for good

A selfless passion; gift of self

Of matching souls that win the game

 

But as the pawn completes his round

The cards collapse and fall undone

Despite the times you let me move

I've found the cheats you left behind

 

I roll the dice and throw them far

Yet once again the number's low

You draw a card and place it down

The joker's laugh and evil glare

 

 

I want to win and to believe

But now it's best to end the game

I know I've lost; you have the ace

We might as well stop pretending

Author's Note

I tried to incorporate several different game pieces into the poem as a represention of their love she lost.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Well done, the luck of the draw....great metaphors for the game of love in this one.

[R J Askew]

My new nihilism wants to turn all the table upside down and quit the game! On the basis nothing is worth winning apart from solitude deep in the wood. As you say, if it is 'just a game' what is the point? :)))

[Loribeth215]

I like that you did that... the pawn... the joker...very well done.