The Joker

sometimes
you hold my heart,
sometimes
you throw it away,
where do I belong?
I wonder,
will my love hold sway?
is there space
in this blessed world,
for all of me,
all the time?
well, the cards -
they've been dealt,
the game goes on,
and I,
I'm just a joker
in a pack of cards -
sometimes there,
sometimes gone.