“Miss Fortune” by Christian Bugal


Your head rests now
on an arm of unrestraint
asleep and dreaming wild
with a smile
warmed by starlight.

Cool, crisp evening
I shuffle through fallen leaves
crunching, crackling
underneath the weight.

Pulling my jacket tight
the wind blows to me
a sad recollection
last year, this night.

Lives exchanged
you feel integrated
potential unleashed
united, consecrated.

Full-moon eclipse
overlapping- soon to pass out of sight
reluctant goodbye
Miss Fortune, my light.