It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To

Birthday candles burn my skin
reminiscent of these tears
that melt on my cheeks,

reminders of years gone
and those still to come.

Your gift to me was forgetting
to send your wishes.

I embraced your silence
in the form of a soaked pillow
as I cried myself to sleep.

Happy Birthday to me.

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