Last year, you waited for the exact moment the clock struck midnight.
Such a little thing, but it really made me feel special.
It is the one I remember the most, out of all the birthday memories I made last year,
Even without evidence or mention to refresh that moment in my mind.
I keep it in my breast pocket, near my heart.
It still makes me smile every time I think about it, even now.
I know you don’t celebrate this day anymore, because it makes you feel old.
But at least let me thank you and your mother for this day.
I don’t celebrate the fact that you have to add another year to your age.
I simply celebrate you,
That you were born on this day years ago,
Making it possible for us to meet each other.
So thanks to your mum for giving birth to you,
and thanks to you.
I met a wonderful person I love so much.
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I hear them ring, the bells ring at a distance.
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.
I walk and I run and I hear the sounds,
Clack, clack, clackity-clack.
I stop. And I look roundabout.
The leaves are stirring, stirring for me
as the breeze I summoned came and
went through this silhouette body.
Stillness and silence, my friends.
I keep to the world of my own creating
and the beat of the drums keep a-drumming
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
It grows louder and louder.
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
Heart is still beating, going a-thumping
Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum.
The coldness takes over and I chill,
I shake and I tremble and crumple until
Under the covers, I hide from the outside
“Take me away, take me away”, I say.
“Take me away.”
