I found you 
                              unexpectedly, 
    you’re unpredictable, 
                         and unexplainable.

You’re there, 
           the hard to keep,
       to clip,
to my clipboard,
and seem 
to slip 
from my grip.
Then, you become
the chip 
on my shoulder. 
Can’t quite 
           shake you off,
you’re halfway 
down my sleeve.

God, give me something,
please.
On my knees.
Need an Angel 
                 or someone…
This is my thousandth plead.
Gets a little old,
need a cane.
Five months later, 
                     you came.
There must of been 
a time, 
a right one.

You’re my random hope,
                                      exactly, 
             what I need.