I still remember
Yesterday was your birthday.
Like every other year
I wished you in my mind,
And stopped myself
From making a fool out of myself
For the nth time
And reach out to you
For real.
I would rather cut off my fingers
Than dial your number
Only to be greeted
By a graveyard of silence
On the other side.

I still remember the times
You called me
Before it was 12 am
cause you wanted to be the first
To wish me on my birthday
And for a fraction of time,
I believed you were mine.

There are pauses in between musical notes and stops between an artist's strokes and periods in between a writer's sentences. We have come to an end. We have come to a stop. But sometimes the only way to continue is to halt. The only way to begin is to end.

- apbq, pauses and stops