Loving You Is a Losing Game

I met you where the blacktop dies. With nothing left to say.

Your eyes were already gone from me. Before you ever stayed.

I knew the price, I paid it slow. I played it

just the same. For I laid my cards down face up. Loving you

is a losing game. You slept beside me half awake. Your back turned

like a sign. I learned to drink the quiet down. And call it

doing fine. You smiled like I was almost right. Then took away

my claim. Kept betting on your shadow. Loving you is a losing