We were on the bus
it was scorching
outside was fogging
through the window pane
it might have been 33 degrees

We were seated -
I was inside,
next to the window pane
a silent gladness overtook
because you weren't the one
taking the heat and
I enjoyed basking it for you

You told me this coming
birthday of mine will be a blast
if I promise to be a good girl
I opened my eyes so wide,
you could see the end of my tooth

My birthday came,
you left 3 lines
on your word press,
and they seemed to be
mocking me, for believing.