The Players

You  pierced my flesh with
Knives of steel, hard, silver,
How  unyielding you were -
Player at love

We  played backgammon  together
Were  happy once - how
Odd  I miss your
Touch, how

Cold you took your     
Presence into absence -
I tread shifting sands,
A player at transience.
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