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He’s So Lucky
A Poem
From the end of the bar, I watch them mingle.
I don’t think he realizes just what he has.
Chestnut hair and ivory skin, tingle —
She could make the starry sky look lost.
Does he realize just how lucky he is?
She’s got her moon eyes on him,
Never swaying, always staying,
Just another piece of the puzzle.
At the jukebox, I play a tune and see
Her face light up like it’s Christmas Day,
And she wants to dance, I see it in her smile,
But he’s shaking his head and trying so hard
Not to lift off into her orbit’s sphere of motion.
Does he realize just how lucky he is?
If those eyes were on me, I’d never land
Because I’d be flying to the heavens and back
Just to glimpse that grin again, like it’s water
Or air or whatever makes me get up each morning.
And my gaze follows her, dancing alone, moving
To the beat of this song that’s joined us for one moment.
Then I think just how lucky he is to be hers,
Always staying, never swaying —
And I’m lost like I’m a star blinking out of being
Because, just for an instant, her eyes meet mine.
