I remember how luminous the moon was that night,
It wasn't a full moon but it glowed just right.
I remember how parallel it is to what I felt
I wasn't whole-yet for that very day, I was content.
Scrutinizing myself then was a test.
The first time I got wasted is how I could describe it best.
Swimming in a pool of my emotions, traveling elsewhere,
Though you never knew how many places I wandered into because I was just there.
My inner child has never felt any safer around you,
We strolled around the neighborhood and right there I ticked off a box from my imaginary before-I-die-list-of-things-to-do.
My head was on Cloud 9, my lips I swear I could feel stuck upward as if I used glue.
On that day I wasn't the one who wished for a non-existent smoke of fire through the candle but I shamefully admit that my wishes came true.
We often take photos of things we don't want to lose.
I have a ton of paper tracing your lines - if you'd ask me which ones I favor most
I'd pick none for I can't choose.
Now I can say I can keep you with me in my wallet - every eye, every smile, any pose.
It was a home with the people you hold dear in your heart
and I'm glad I get to visit and even stay for a while.
I remember you passing your happiness onto me through your lovely eyes
and I'm fully aware I'm not the celebrant yet I was the happiest.
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To 🍀,
Happy Birthday, my clover! I may not properly express the care I have for you but Someone knows how much I do. I'm glad to be a part of a small crowd who prayed for you inside such a lovely home. A simple thank you would never be enough to convey the gratitude I feel but still-thank you. Even a fleeting moment with you could last forever in me. My wish must be gone with the wind that brushed our cheeks that day, but here it is:
For the following years, whether I am around or not, I want you to continue growing. It would be nice if I got to stay with you while you were doing so, but it's you who's more important. We have other things to take care of today, but I'll always look out for you. On that day we are both waiting for, I will tell you how substantial the love I have in my heart is and how it all belongs to you.
Love, me
18 APR
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