The calendar square has shifted now,
The date has marched along.
Yesterday was meant for light,
For laughter, or a song.
But the phone stayed dark upon the desk,
The door stayed firmly shut.
No voices drifted through the hall,
No "Happy Birthday" cut
Through the quiet of the morning,
Or the shadows of the night.
No hands to hold, no cake to share,
No candles left to light.
It’s a hollow kind of feeling,
When the world just carries on,
And the people who should know you best,
Are silent, still, and gone.
But though the day was lonely,
And the hurt is sharp and new,
The silence of the ones you love,
Does not define your worth or you.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
The calendar square has shifted now,
The date has marched along.
Yesterday was meant for light,
For laughter, or a song.
But the phone stayed dark upon the desk,
The door stayed firmly shut.
No voices drifted through the hall,
No "Happy Birthday" cut
Through the quiet of the morning,
Or the shadows of the night.
No hands to hold, no cake to share,
No candles left to light.
It’s a hollow kind of feeling,
When the world just carries on,
And the people who should know you best,
Are silent, still, and gone.
But though the day was lonely,
And the hurt is sharp and new,
The silence of the ones you love,
Does not define your worth or you.
Not that I expect a happy birthday from anyone but I kept saying to myself......self, get over it no one will call. It still hurts just the same after all these years.
