Good Luck Charm

Saw you standing there, lost in thought, half-awake dream, The air was still, but your gaze cut clean. Something in the hush said “stay,” beneath the glow, Like fate brushed past my sleeve before letting go. That feeling came, a murmur in the night, Said, “I’m your good-luck charm, I’ll change your life.” No glitter, no disguise — just the quiet kind of right, Lean into this peace, and watch your spirit rise. Little seconds twist and bloom, threads begin to align, Your shadow on the wall moves in time with mine. No grand confession, just a look we both can read, It’s quiet, it’s real — it’s everything we need. You didn’t plan this — you never called it fate, But the smallest spark can bend the weight. I see the path unfold, it feels so near, Take my hand, there’s nothing to fear. That feeling came, again tonight, Said, “I’m your charm, I’m where it began.” Every beat between us hums like vinyl sighs, Stay inside this warmth, let your spirit rise. You didn’t plan this — you never called it fate, But the smallest spark can bend the weight. I see the path unfold, it feels so near, Take my hand, there’s nothing to fear. I’m your good luck… it’s alright… That feeling came…