Chances

Some, we only get once,

maybe twice.

Three times at the most.

Some are squandered,

like a kiss in in a car
when further passion was
needed but the signs
weren’t right, or there.

 Lips pressed together

unexpectedly because
you thought she
didn’t like you
…. that “way”.

So it’s blown,

and out you jump
from the car, hoping
for another one later.

Some are lost,

like success, because
a drink was more
important than it.

Some circle the drain,

swirling for a long time,
just out of reach.

Some are taken,

misused and abandoned,
left for the wolves.

Some are a flip of the

coin,
Some are baffling,

Some is left with

that open mouth, heart
punched feeling as the
result of
chances ultimately
lost.

Untaken

blown
lost
misspent
pissed away
unclear
murky

Blondes

(shrug)