Happy birthday
Two years since we lived together
In that creekside basement apartment
A year since we were us
How do we plan for the future?
When one minute, it’s tangible
The next, vanished
I suppose some things are only good for the season
Strawberries, watermelons
Why would we be any different?
I wonder if October 11th will ever come around
And I won’t think of you
Do you think of me?
On May 2nd?
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