Cards

I laid my cards wide open on the table,
as I set my bid for her to see.

She kept her hand neatly covered,
cards held against her chest,
but her eyes shone in a changed way.

I never saw what she was holding,
and she never said what was her bid.

But when I walked away empty-handed,
I knew that I had lost and won,
and she was covering no winning hand,
but shielding an open wound.