"Have a happy birthday!" I say to a friend who's forgotten me
Made with love but finished with hate is the fate of every memory.
"Make a wish!" They chant and cheer as time flips the bird.
In whichever world where my voice is heard, where joy comes from an inside place,
I'll say that I don't know what to wish for, and that time has gone by so fast. I'll be forced to reckon with her every punch,
But at the very least, I'll be alright.
At least my cheeks are rosy with icing
And it's a day for birthday cake.
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Author's note: not my birthday; just thinking.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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Comments (3)
a broken friendship? ugh. I liked the flipping the bird and that photo is delicious!!
Ah, birthdays—cake, wishes, and time flipping the bird! Love the mix of sweet and salty nostalgia. At least there’s icing, right?
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