Written by: Irene Hammer-McLaughlin

I assumed that the heartless ones would win.
So when you dealt me no hearts for my first hand
I was elated. I thought I had the game in the bag.

I could barely contain my enthusiasm.
(I don't play poker either.)
But I did get some high cards
And the queen of spades.
(What a bitch she can be!)

The other players put out their lowest cards,
Which was cruel to me
Because I kept taking heart, after heart, after heart,
Until I was full of feelings
And I still held the queen.
"Full of hearts yet disheartened?
Awful game, this."

What I did not realize
And you explained to me later
Is that if you can take all the hearts, 
And keep hold of the queen
You shoot the moon.

So I held on 
And put everyone else out.
And I found myself over the moon
Without you.

You called it beginners luck --
But, still, it felt like victory.