The one that simply vanished. The one too pretty to approach. The overtures I missed and the advances I refused to make. The smirk from the corny line. The roll of the eyes from the passing hand it was silly to have grasped. The lipstick that smeared off my arm and the numbered paper that became a tip. The one that’s a drug induced haze of ass, tits and 80‘s night. How different could my life have looked? How many paths were missed? How many mistakes were mercifully escaped? While ducking and dodging love and heartbreak, I think of all the lost and forgotten and wonder if destiny can really be cast aside with such violent indifference. Beautiful moments were lost. Loves have been aborted. Some call it a pool but it’s more like a chalkboard. Names and numbers wiped clean forever.