Building on broken promises
Is like building a house of cards.
If I walk through this shared space
Too hard or too fast,
If I whip up a wind
By opening the door to my heart,
If I tremble even a little,
If I lose my focus or
If I even fucking breathe wrong —
It all comes down.

It’s the ultimate fold,
That fall.
Cards down,
In a game where I was all-in.
I had everything riding
On my full house
But nothing could stop
Your straight flush
Of our life.

I have nothing left to do
Except play this
Vertical solitaire.
King leans against Queen,
Head to head,
Working together,
Until the next exhale
Brings it all down.

~Melody Wingfield, 2015


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