One Hundred and Eighty Eight

It happens, you know.
it
I mean it does
happen.

some people
not everyone but some
some people wake up beside the same person every day, still just as if not moreso in love as they were the day beforehand. Some people are wonderous and lucky and so aware of it.
isn't that enough? It should be.
it will be.
for me.

I will wake up every morning,
luckier than the night I just passed in warm arms.