Lucky
I’m lucky to have been loved by you
I say staring at the sky
because where else would you be
When grief looks like gratitude
I’m lucky to have experienced a love like ours
in a world full of uncertainty
When grief looks like gratitude
I keep our gifts close to my heart
close as a reminder to my soul
that love like this exists
When grief looks like the deepest gratitude to have known a love like that
Because I was the lucky one
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.