Triptych

by Will Monigold

There is no grave deep enough
To bury a memory.
The first time I saw New York
I thought I’d found heaven.
God -- God must surely
Live there.

In a world full of mistakes
One word can turn the wind.
I bet on a queen
And lost to a pair of sevens.
I could have sworn
I had a winning hand.

In a house full of hurt
It’s hard to find a quiet corner.
Any moment she may
Walk through the door
Then I can tell her
I didn’t mean it.