The Longest Night

hey, i dealt you a hand
a hand of wishes
but the staff for the ridge
found you no wood

and the water under the bridge
offended you to boot
and the whole thing fell through.

i dealt a hand
at the bank
of this sinking beach

a hand that stuck
trembling between the breaks
pressing against our feat.

alongside privilege
blind hope feigns abundance,
a deep self betrayal seats itself
and faces you in the audience –
my eyes on you…

deal the hand
that holds me now?
the bridge that held us then?

your distance is a moon
that lit up the longest night

and I won’t deal
and I won’t gamble;
I won’t pretend
to know your plight.

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