Happy Unbirthday

How’s singing a birthday poem to your non-self?

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No cake, nor candles.

I’ve never had a party–

Nameless, my heart whispered–

Then it

Grew soft

and distant.

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Each year, the day comes

Like a stray cat that haunts

Its constant meows

Filled with pained memories

Simply asking

To be seen.

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It’s not a birthday–

But an unbirthday

Places set for two

One for me

One for the one who

Wasn’t.

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My loss doesn’t scream

It drones

Behind the walls

It taps

Its name unspoken

But answered.

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