i have not felt excitement
for you
on your birthday.
i know tonight
somewhere
your cherry red
cherub face
will be beaming
(for a while),
your friends
pumping you
full of burning
whiskey,
their personal
buffoon,
the staggering
comedian,
perhaps a joke
or two
will be told at my
expensive,
if you even think
of me,
but
this is the first year
i'll be glad
for you to
have forgotten
there was ever
an
us.
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