She is there again.
I watch her closely, trying to get a sign.
Will she deal me a good hand at last?
I am long aware of her cheating.
It pleases me, since I am the only man here who gets lucky
at times.
I know I cannot win, but I tell myself I am not losing as
much as the others.
I am certain she looks at me every once in a while,
And I stand there waiting for it to happen once more.
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She is smiling all the time, and I am pretending she is
happy.
Her smile is what draws me to her.
Does she really know I am there, or is it just my
imagination?
I do not care how much I lose, I am happy just being close
to her.
I must have enough to be able to stay, but not many men
have such resources.
When I realize I have nothing left, I look at her once
more.
Only then do I understand her smile.
It is pure evil.
She is not happy I was there,
She is happy I was willing to give everything up for her.
I am thrown out the door with the rest of the losers.
Every one of us had one special girl like her,
And we all have nothing left.
I tell myself there are no real winners in that game.
Those still playing simply have more to spare,
And they do not know how bad it is for them.
I consider myself lucky, since I will lose no more.
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