The cards that hold
Knowledge I already knew
But couldn’t access
The hands that have seen
Roughness
Niceties
And warm gestures
Grazing the cards
Selecting aimlessly
A past
Repressed
And bottled
A present
Confused
And hopeful
A future
Essential
But fearsome
Forming a row of formidable cards
They speak and expose
A heartbreak two folds
Too strong
Complications of roads
Too intimidating to choose from
Decisions neglected
Thoughts finely pressed
And set aside for a different morning
Desires to be realized
Dreams to dazzle
And worlds of people to meet
Such an accurate picture
Painted by the person
Sitting before me
Divulging my concerns
Encouraging my pursuits
I heard what I yearned for
Absorbing the words
From across a rickety table
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