The Story of Chances Lost

For the first time, his arm swept around another girl, I knew that he was walking away, An ant in the field, smaller and smaller to see. I was naïve, I sat on the sidelines Watching and Encouraging her to paint a mystical dance around him. "When do you know that you let something good get away?" I sobbed to my best friend. We had been talking of chances lost. With a somber mourning she answered, "You know when you find a hole left in your heart" A year later I glow thinking about that wild ride, The people we must let go Transformed by our infinite love for them. I who did not lose, who is still winning, Still talking about chances lost with time, Opening and seeking love in another.