one by one
each card is dealt to you,
another chance comes your way,
seven new chances lie in your hands.
each card
is full of new hope, opportunity and desires,
you take a close look at them all
with those gleaming eyes.
to you this is nothing but a game
as you feel no shame,
you skip over other’s emotions
and reverse the connections you have made.
you proudly discard them each
one at a time
and pick up more along the way,
before leaving the others behind.
they eventually all are placed in your discard pile
until there is a singular one left,
a single card, she is all that is left,
and you contently call “uno”.
your turn approaches again,
you look down at your final card
with your gazing green eyes,
and you place her too, in the discard pile.
it was just a matter of time before you discarded me as well.