Seated alone, at a table for one,
across from no one,
putting the cards in order
then changing the order.
The king doesn’t mind—
order is what he’s looking for.
Every day’s a journey that ends
in the same place, lying under
the queen—they’re a pair.
They always find each other.
He’s not looking for someone who isn’t there.
Every day they wear
the same suits, with three spares,
when it’s over they start over.
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