inside a small voice answers
(where have you been? I’ve been
waiting so long!)
and a thump in my chest reminds me
-sweetness, like new grass in the sun-rain
on a tin roof on lazy mornings-
that we make our own luck and sometimes
amid all the chatter and
chaos
the universe truly does owe us one.
(a favour. just this one.)
smiling at you. xo
real. nice.