From the little boy who played “Lose or Win”

Rock, Paper, Scissors!
Jack en Poy!
Bato, Bato, Pick!
Lose or Win!
I always win.

We shake our fisted hands.
in preparation for the throw-
the throw for our match.

Our players landed in the court;
with perfect coordination.

You looked down and smiled.
“I lose,” I smiled back.

Another round, another bout.
You defended your title with
your little girl determination.
Pounce, 1, 2, 3. Let go.
“I lose,” my eyes twinkled.

Rock, Paper, Scissors!
Jack en Poy!
Bato, Bato, Pick!
Lose or Win!

The fighters bounced as we
released them. In sync.
“I lose,” I said yet again.
You met my gloating face with a pout.
Both of us were still holding on
to the pose of the recent battle.
You glanced down as the declaration
“I lose” went out of my mouth once more.

Disagreements shadowed your face.
“Yeah, you’re right. I win.”
I admitted, finally.
I’ve been winning from the start,
for I’ve settled my eyes on
Victory no less.
Focused, intent. From the start.
Never left victory for once.
Never left you for once.

“Lose or Win?”
I always win, anyway.

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