I board the train to somewhere,

Destination is unknown.

In he walks - big hat on hair,

I look up from my phone.

This cowboy far from his home,

In the wild Wild West.

A stranger to this biome,

My heart flutters in my chest.

He takes a seat across from me,

Pulls out a deck of cards.

Shuffles them quite comfortably,

Then cuts the pile in half.

“Want to gamble?” he says slyly,

“Do you want to play a game?”

“But if I win,” he continues wryly,

“I get your number and your name.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks

And I give the man a nod.

He deals the cards and then he peeks,

Acting like he’s this game’s God.

“Flip them,” he says with a smile.

I do as he commands.

“I win,” he grins all the while -

I never learned the hands.

I don’t challenge the decision,

The outcome is fine with me,

My fate needs no revision,

Everything is just as it is meant to be.