What are the odds? What are the odds this ends and we don't meet again?
That question breaks my heart a little every time I ask it to myself. I have no closure on so many of the things in my life.
Let fondness be our souvenir
To keep it warm, we'll keep it near
Otherwise with no heart to recall...
A memory's just a memory after all
I will not leave this pulse alone
Though it may take the long way home
I will not wait until the end
For my applause for you my friend
Adam Duritz of Counting Crows sings “There’s a piece of Maria in every song that I sing” in his song "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby", and Joni Mitchell sings "...part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time" in "A Case of You".
And me, I am haunted by my last big brother, with his raven's-wing hair and devilish smile, the man who entrusted me with his stories and what he feared were the crumbling bits of his humanity. Hal, Axis, fortune-teller on the dirty street corner.
What are the odds? What are the odds that I have missed your smile?
I am cracking open and things are coming out. It will be good for the writing, at least.
