Invitation to play
Teaching the rules
Preparing
The game begins

Card after card is played
Occasional rule reminders
We pick up speed
As my opponent catches on

Flashbacks to high school
Friends gathered around a desk
Waiting in anticipation
New comers “slapping in”

Something inside me stirs
Long dormant in my soul
A kind of sleeping fae awakens
Ready to play once more

The joy of simpler times
Laughter amongst friends
The warmth of fond memories
The freedom from “real life” problems

Oh how I miss those days
Of teenage ignorance and bliss
They weren’t perfect, not at all
But that’s why the memories mean so much.