Lucky (poem)

Ana Carrillo, Editor

I was in good luck to come across you


You were the warmest place I knew


Your arms gave me comfort


The thought of existence with you was vivid 


I fail to recall those emotions for you, it appears I obstructed them


I’ve sought the adrenaline you created in others


I felt lucky to be the one your eyes were drawn to


Lucky to be the one whose hands you held


Lucky to be the one your lips desired


Lucky to be the one you thought of


You showered me with your devotion but now I’m left parched


Sometimes I crave you’d return and stay for longer


I’m stuck in the past, but I wrongly assumed this would last


                                    I don’t miss you — I miss the idea of you