A Gambler’s Reflections

I thought I might be the lucky one
as I reached out to touch his arm
leaning in, whispering a suggestion
perhaps we could get together
sometime
later I realized he was the lucky one
he was the one who left
silently, never acknowledging my suggestion
echoes in departing footsteps
mocking the drum of my heart
beating my mind over his loss
I still wonder about him
in the restaurant where we met
as his name appears in circles
when my heart drums a beat
wallowing in mournful defeat
wishing to God I could see
he would’ve never made me lucky