"I've never had to deal with someone like you," he said.

Deal. As if I'm another hand that is being shuffled.

I've been shuffled. The card with the crease. You know exactly which one. You pretend like you can't see it, so you keep on playin' it.

Do you benefit from continuing to use me? Not all the time. But when you need me? There it is.

You won.

When you don't need me? Just another card.

It's game time.

Commotion. Lots of it. Now what?

"You're so dramatic," he says.

Knocked down. Can't move. Can't get up. A card, stuck in a wedge.

In this game, you're not needed.

Forgotten. Creased. Dealt.

Game over.

A game night for one. A tragedy for another.

I lost;

a love,

a life,

unborn, creased, never forgotten.