The cards have been dealt and this time I ended up with the winning hand.
Finally were all together again under the same roof,
for only the second time.
I feel this new air in my bones, a lighter feeling in my head.
and right now were just getting to the part where we root up all our sorrows, put them on the table, and see if we can all win the game.
We are the winning cards aren’t we?
Or are we destined to lose?
I’ll take sleeping on a couch next to the spot where the devil has burned a hole just to see you everyday.
I’ll sit with you as we don’t speak because we were never taught how to go through our struggles side by side.
I’ll hug you again just to feel like again, the world has been placed in my heart.
I still do feel the sorrow, I ache late at night when the lights turn off and I lay awake.
But i’m sure we all do.
I don’t know if this is winning,
but I don’t feel like I’m losing anymore.

a.n.F