Why do you get to move on to the next thing?
Why do you get to be happy again?
Why do you get to have the fun of anticipation?
Last night, I even tried my luck at the slot machines.
I tossed my token to him and pulled a lever with a question:
Coffee?
As the machine halted to a slam and stop,
He laughed out loud.
No win, but thanks for playing.
I tried again on two more machines and they both
laughed out loud at me.
No win, but thanks for playing.
Will I ever get my second chance
To even be your friend? Probably not.
I want to hate you, but can't.
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