Seven

What's in a number and what makes it "lucky?"
Is that the number that was on your jersey the day you won your championship,
Or the number of times it took you to fail before you found success?
Was that how old you were when you met your best friend,
Or the number of times your heart was broken before you found the one?

...
When we were together I remember you telling me your lucky number was seven,
I never really knew why though.
The number seven meant everything to you,
And absolutely nothing to me,
Until I heard the myth about body cells;
That it takes seven years for all the cells in your body to be replaced.
Even though it may not be true..
seven years and I'll have skin you never touched,
Lips you've never kissed,
And by then, maybe a heart that no longer breaks at the thought of you.
The day I figured that out was the day I realized that maybe your stupid number seven might just be my lucky number too.

Reviews

[Relic]

Turning the tables at the end is always enjoyable to see in a poem.

seven years and I'll have skin you never touched,
Lips you've never kissed,

The above lines seemed to add tension to me which is good.

Nice writing.

[RunawayWriter]

Thank you!