Dominoes

Bubu,

You haven’t heard our clacking in a while. 
What have you forgotten?

We remember all those tireless nights: 
swallowed by the game, 
the lively yells that you loved. 

We gave you identity, 
a thread of family to follow. 
You were really one of us 
for a moment.

You would still go to sleep at night
knowing that you’re different.
Yet, you'd still come back, 
deciding it'd be better to play
into your blood. 

You wanted to open with double six, 
but your partner only had fives. 
A disconnect. 

An empty domino.