the luckiest

February 19, 2007

i don’t get many things right the first time –
in fact, i am told that a lot.
now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
brought me here.

and where was i before the day
that i first saw your lovely face?
now i see it everyday,
and i know

that i am
i am
i am
the luckiest.

what if i’d been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you lived?
maybe i’d be outside as you passed on your bike –
would i know?

and in a white sea of eyes,
i see one pair that i recognize
and i know

that i am
i am
i am
the luckiest.

i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you.

next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties,
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife; she stayed for a couple of days,
and passed away.

i’m sorry, i know that’s a strange way to tell you that i know we belong
that i know

that i am
i am
i am
the luckiest.

(Ben Folds)

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