If you were here I'd ask you for the highlight of your year
and offer you complete control of the radio. I'd have a book
of poems, letters, lyrics, songs, memories, and wishes for you
that took the whole year to write. Your face would be etched
in snow and your name painted on the freeway overpass.
I would scream the words "I love you" from the roof and
sing "Happy Birthday" from the coffee table like I did when
we were kids. If you were here I'd wrap up the world
and leave it on your pillow
because you deserve it.
But you're not here anymore, are you love?
Happy birthday Darling
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