I’m not so careful with second chances. I’ve had a few and I’ve made a mess of most of ’em. And I’ve lost things over the years; lost ideas from memory, faces and names of people I should recall, relationships with friends I should have maintained. I’ve let go of objects I’ve created and loved, or things I took a special hand in designing. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes through negligence, sometimes through a perverse need to purge while initially denying the emotional investment in the loss.
Two hawks flying
Above the highway
They play so much like us.
One always runs away…
I’ve had this song sleeping in my head over thirty years, and I’ve lost the title and the artist’s name.