The Luck of the Unlucky

I asked the Universe,

if I was worth it and,

when I felt my smile,

sprout back again,

with the spring warmth,

of your touch,

I thought I’d gotten my answer.

Like Ohio weather, though,

my spirits froze on the eve of,

what was intended to be the start,

of March, a lucky month.

Frostbite with every non-loving kiss,

isn’t this the luck we always find?

Or, like when the radio goes out,

on my favorite part of “Ironic”.

Maybe we just avoided the rain,

on our wedding day, right?

Maybe that’s the best fortune,

we ever could have found.