Love is a Losing Game

There might be kind of a string of Amy Winehouse posts -- because the power of that movie and the music in it is running through my head non-stop.

This particular song, from closer to the end of her career, is also brilliant and sad:

For you I was the flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is losing game

One I wished, I never played
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self-professed profound
Till the chips were down
Know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I battled blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

It can be. I wish that weren't the case, but it is. There are, of course, things we learn from these losses, and these are always the things we need to learn, but we have to be awake to these lessons. By the time her marriage ended, Amy was so disconnected from herself she couldn't take anything positive away from the loss...