Elizabeth lied. The art of losing even when it comes naturally like with my keys or that prescription is awfully hard to master. Especially the things that come less naturally like losing myself in so many ways and some so permanent or losing two sets of brown eyes or losing the grip on the memory that would’ve told me if it was two sets or just one. Either way I lost two sets of eyes one perfect pout one surprising smile and two people that for some reason (and not one I’ve forgotten just one I never quite figured out) moved my heart like a fifteen car pile up or the big bang. I’ve misplaced the word for what they both were. No, wait here it is at the tip of my tongue hold on, got it— lost chances. Yeah, that was it.