First memories of loneliness

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Some people say it's easy to measure one's luck. Count one's friends, test one's health, rate one's smile, evaluate the probablity of one's dreams coming true, minus the losses and goodbyes, multiply all by the love given and received and standardize the result to a comparable z-score.

Statistics just don't work for luck. It can change in one eyeblink, you can forget to take it with you when you leave a place and not manage to find it back at another place. I wish it could be send, by post, email, phone calls or even in chat messages . But luck is difficult to transfer, it slips away when you lose the grip.

Luck is the Golden Snitch in Harry Potter's Quidditch-games.
Only, I don't seem able to get myself a broom to practice ...

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Veerle

Romance, or "the greatest thing you ever learn..."

Almost Valentine,



I wanted to be so much more for you
offer my life on a golden plate
and serve you sparkling eyes and sunset skies
tickle you with caresses
of the butterflies in my voice

I wish I was your Sunday morning miracle
waking up with warred locks
unravel unspoken tenderness
be the sweet note in your pocket
the secret gift you find at a lonely afternoon

I wanted to be your angel
your creativity and cliché
maybe your inspiration (even though that would have been too ambitious)
your smile, your flashing light house...
when the world pushes you down

I wanted to be so much more for you
I wanted to be your poetry
but what you get is bad prose
and maybe you will even manage
to see ‘me’ shivering between the lines