Lucky me

I feel lucky that I still hear you knock at my door

That I know how you smell and how your day was

I’m grateful for your 13th birthday not ending how you wanted it

Despite distracting you with silly questions, you fell asleep and I didn’t know when I would see you again

I feel lucky

Lucky that you broke my heart at 15, I understood, I didn’t deserve you yet

The day I received your email from the hospital, it was the silence after the storm

I feel lucky that they put us in intro to photography together and you ended up teaching me my biggest passion,

you had left but you were never gone

Boy do I feel lucky that we ended up living on opposite ends of the park,

everyone thought you were so cool and they were so right

With none of them in my life I feel like I should kiss you cause your Irish and you’ve gotten me this far just being alive

I don’t know if I need the luck though

You’ve been my only family and i feel lucky

Luck of the Irish isn’t why your alive but it might be why we ended up together

I get to laugh harder with you than anyone else,

I get to hold your head as you cry,

I get to tell you your not alone,

hold your hand on the subway,

I get to say I love you and say goodbye and say goodmorning

-Shealyn Shea Lyn