A State Of Play

Saving yourself for the next big thing
Gripping it with both hands
Pocketing it, turning it over in fingers raw with age and time
Living in a permastate of the backwards glance
Forever ignoring the now
The here

Where we are: two
One in love with the game
Chuckling lightly-discovery hers
One weighting the deck
Winning but always at a loss

All that veneer
All that gloss
Lost beneath the clogging, cloying scent
Learn the skill of laughter
Invest early on in a light heart

To live
To love
Learn how to master the game, it doesn’t conclude
Read those rules again my love
It can’t be won
But it can be played

Do so joyfully
With abandon

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