He's humming a tune
A melody
A ditty
It's familiarity warms my skin
On the tip of my tongue
Like melting ice cream
It washes over me
This song called July.

it’s a shame
that running from
healthy relationships
doesn’t burn calories

i’d be a size zero

One more year ends,
Counting few others.

This is the time
of the blown out candles,
Unaired balloon,
No whipped cream,
And non received postcards.

The closed restaurants,
And unreachable phone lines,
and boredom filled eyes.

It is the time of truth
Looking into my lines,
I have seen many years now,
Never seen times like this.

A very happy birthday to me.