so here's what happened
(from mine eyes)
it was his birthday
his special day
one that i wish i was present
a part of
but long distance, the telephone
he had a great day
as planned
i had a tough day
as planned
he talked
i talked too much
he hesitated
his birthday
my day was not his
should should should
i'm sorry my love.
on the other hand...
when we say,
"it is your day"
what does that really mean?
he says,
"i don't want to stop caring for you,
but i did...because it was my day"
where is the line?
did i overstep or did he?
a birthday is the celebration of
him. his existence.
so why should i talk too much. it doesn't seem right. oh boy.
rain. freshness. fire-hose. pylons. there are pillars to our being, each stacked on the others: tied together in a knot made of concrete. crumbling all the time.
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