Gambling Again

I wrote you a message. I don't know if you got it.

You're always there, but you never are.

I guess I should be broken, but crippled always suited me better. That way no one ever expects I should recover.

The listening is easy to do. It's the speaking I never quite mastered. But I know for certain, whatever it is you needed to hear is exactly what I've wanted to say to you.

But I've no cards left in my hand. Hope you'll forgive me for leaving the table.

I'd gamble it all on you if I had anything at all left to wager.