Gambling words

Words I thought would never fail me. The only consistency in my life were words. Words I thought would never let me down, but it did last night amidst the silence of the loud words, as loud as nails scratching against the black board. Every letter, every syllable echoed  the  cacophony of a separation, of moving apart, of moving away, of losing what is. There was a storm amidst the words, rising from the ashes of every word spelt, of every word that was dealt out like the aces from the careless hands of two gamblers, each trying to win something, not realizing before its too late that 'loss' was the only winning they'd be taking back tonight. The storm began and ended, the air settled. But the stench of loss remained.