The Game Of Hearts

Shuffled decks of cards
left on the playing table,
there’s no fret over the winners
in a game of solitaire
as there was in a game of hearts.

But the ones who were
partners and challenges
still stop by to weep and scream
about the scores collected
even though they really don’t matter.

And you just keep playing
against yourself,
content with the outcome
because it is honest
without any impassioned words to hear
while tolerating the mumbles and moans
from the voices in the hall
who carry on a monologue
regarding what two lives can never give up
when they scored together.

So they hit their head against the wall
call your name like it was their life
even though now all you care about
is playing another round alone,
unable to muster a single twitch
over what stopped mattering
because that duel of two lives
was more boring than riveting.