lucky ones

years may pass before we realize
the true depth of a kinship
fast friends make faster enemies
people pass each other
every day
never seeing each other perfect matches
perfect strangers
and it’s out of their control
fortune twists into contentment with
close acquaintances
compromises ‘tween people who don’t
do certain things in certain ways on certain days
cuddle in with
just enough
of not alone
to make it through the weekend
but while fortune isn’t looking…
the lucky make time for tales
room for comfort
moves for bail
the lucky provide food for thought
leave space for failure
when time is taut
the lucky take one for the team
two over the limit
and bring back two for the dream
the lucky seek solace in few
and wear weakness only
where luck will soothe
the lucky are a loyal crew
for luck be such, in turn