"unlucky"

the glow of a streetlamp, a flicker before it dies. a misplaced memory, just beyond your reach. some nights, you chase what you can't have, the echo of a laugh you almost heard.

let the quiet hum of yesterday settle in. it's the kind of luck that follows you home, whether you want it to or not, a subtle weight against the fading light.

filed under: a late night prayer.