Lucky Guy

I am lucky that a guy like me

has someone like you—

a quiet miracle,

the way light that slips through blinds

without asking permission.

I want to wake to your breathing,

steady as a tide that never learned to leave.

My hands, clumsy with yesterday’s regrets,

find the small of your back

and remember how to hold.

You laugh at my jokes

even the ones that limp.

The way you say my name

like it’s the first word of a better story.

Lucky is too small a word.

I am the thief who stole the moon and found it was already yours to give.