I wrote you a letter
But did not tear out the page
I will never send it
Because the last one gave you pain
I have not forgotten your number
But I will not call or text
In time I shall forget it
Or so one would expect
Ten digits-
It features three threes and two twos
A sequence branded on the invisible mind
Whether it scars or erodes depends on the path forward
Happy birthday old friend,
You look happy again
Like we once made each other
So, no need for well wishes,
For from my mouth,
I know, I’ve learned-
Can only come selfish reminders
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
I wrote you a letter
But did not tear out the page
I will never send it
Because the last one gave you pain
I have not forgotten your number
But I will not call or text
In time I shall forget it
Or so one would expect
Ten digits-
It features three threes and two twos
A sequence branded on the invisible mind
Whether it scars or erodes depends on the path forward
Happy birthday old friend,
You look happy again
Like we once made each other
So, no need for well wishes,
For from my mouth,
I know, I’ve learned-
Can only come selfish reminders
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