Birthdays are a cause for
Celebration;
To be merry and content with
People deemed dear,
Who likewise, reverence
The day of their birth.

Yearly,
No longer than a day,
Do we adorn birthday stars
On elegant pedestals.

Yet i find myself alone
Before my cake,
Rerunning ancient
Memories
I wish could manifest their gleeful essence
Into my empty seats
To
Brighten the day i turned 25,
For this eerie silence
Is enough to bring tears
To mine eyes.