This isn’t Vegas, this is Fallout

I played Blackjack once with a blind man.
He didn’t know what he wanted to love
Or deserve to get.
He did know when to hit
When to stay
He knew when to cross the line.
 We took a journey across his teeth together—
A duet which showed the ugliness of being alone
Being solo
He took my hand and made me stay
 When all I wanted to do was call—And 

bust.