Solitaire

A naked bulb
An eerie glow
The ambiance is
Suffocating

Alone
At a table with
Painted squares before me
I ponder at this
Mysterious game

One card
Turns over
Memories follow

She left…

No matches…
Into the deck, I bury it
I’ll deal with it later

He died…

There’s its match…
The drug problems…
Put them in a neat pile
For everyone to see

And so on..
Memories erased
Memories returned
Memories focused on

The cards are gone
Memories gone
Except for one
My saving grace
Who I am

If only they knew
How hard this game is to play
Without a full deck