IN SOLITARY

I spend the day playing solitaire
arranging cards where they belong
trying to put in order
at least this in my life
one red, one black, never the same
above the ace goes first
below leads the king
I spend the day in solitary
playing a game that carries my first name
trying to find out its last name or maybe mine
that everyone have forgotten.

I haven’t won yet today
I change and start a new hand
I change but my luck stays the same
I can’t win this machine
that knows more tricks than me
that was programmed to win
to the solitary people
that spend their days filling minutes
with kings and queens
with beautiful red hearts
and pointed black spades
in order to calmly spend their solitude
without stopping to think
why reality kills them.