Happy Birthday
And it hit me
When I saw the calendar;
How this day should mean so much to me,
But now I can't even remember why.
It's just another day,
Just another day of the same longing
That pounds inside my chest.
Another day of missing you—
Of trying to fill the void you left in my heart.
And it's funny,
How a year ago
I had just started to see the signs.
Now I'm here.
Now you're not.
Now the day that should've meant the world to me is just
Another day.
Just like how someone you said meant the world to you
Is now worth nothing more than dust.
-happy birthday "best friend"
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midnight thoughts | a book of poetry
PoetryIt's when the clock strikes midnight and the world is covered in darkness That my mind decides to stay awake.
