Once, what feels like a millennium ago, I met you.

You were the stars in my eyes,
you were the new "New".

A while ago I thought I knew
                              you,
but as it turns out, I simply hadn't a clue
                           about you.

I thought that what we had was something true,
but today I know that you
are not the person who I knew.

Maybe I thought it was logical to want to pursue
                                                  you;
            but I threw
that stale, old reasoning in the waste-paper basket.

I know my feelings will still be true,
               even if you
are not who I thought I knew.

I wish you were a part of my life,
but thinking of you
just makes me even more blue.

All that I can say today,
is that "birthdays don't mean much anymore."
What about you?