§ why is a raven like a writing desk?

This is the last photo I have from when we were still (I daren't say it) -

You and me, cosy in the frame, the lights dim and picture blurry like a memory. Eyes not on the camera but intent on the game, our cards held close, careful not to be screened.

Like this photo, the cards in your hand I only discovered much later.

You were playing a game I didn't know I was a player in, except I was. We all were.

(I suppose we weren't ever really [deleted] to begin with, sometimes I'm not sure if that matters at all.)