In the CardsA Poem by j.a. millsThis poem is intended to read as a short story, but I felt it looked best-at least for now-in stanzas.It must have been a long game of poker, and I guess your wrists got tired, or something. But through the cigarette smoke and dim yellow light, I caught a glimpse of the first two cards in your deck.
“The ace of spades and the two of hearts,” I say out loud, Forgetting for a moment who I am, the strangers sitting around us. “Because you keep your love for me buried in your heart?” I ask with a laugh.
You snap your cards back up, and glare at me with moist eyes and red cheeks. You blinked hard three times, and the strangers subtly scoffed, before the conversations resumed.
I don’t know what I thought would happen, I’m not even really sure what I meant. Maybe that it’s buried like a plant, and I want it to grow?
I do; I mean I want our love to grow into something more than what it is. I know that’s not up to me but a man can dream, can’t he?
Perhaps the sudden flush of blood to your cheeks meant something more than anger? © 2016 j.a. millsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 21, 2016 Last Updated on September 21, 2016 Authorj.a. millsPAAboutj.a. mills is a writer of poetry, short stories, and one act plays. His poetic style uses little in the way of metrics, focusing instead on line length and line breaks for influencing emphasis and cad.. more..Writing
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