Gambling

In the not so distant past
There was another that like I
Both were entwined
Until the wither
The wither of life
For as seasons, our togetherness and the sense thereof
Changes
For a bit, then for another
Yet forever
The felt and the feeling
Often shuffles
Yet all in the same deck at the fold
Like printed kings , queens and the prince
Such is all
And I am just another dealer
Never the gambler
I see them win or lose
I refuse to either
I sit and deal
As life passes on
Until the casino of life closes