Every opportunity results in a loss.
They come rarely,
with no preparation,
and expect you quite unfairly,
to choose your course in desperation.
How can you choose a choice already made
against your own wishes at the time.
and perhaps your hurt had begun to fade,
to show such compassion again would be a crime.
Yet a second opportunity came,
and you stoic and cool declined.
Your own heart mangled, another maimed
Who could tell what had been lost in your mind.
A lost lover,
a lost joy never discovered,
A lost body at night to hold.
What would have happened if you had been told
of a happier you, would you change it all now
for the thought of yourself, a bottle of gin and Lou.