The Clouds have Begun to Pass

I missed your birthday. On purpose this year.

But I figured I'd get you out of my system early so that I don't have to think about the graffiti waiting on the pearly gates or serenading you with lyrics from Cake or Iron and Wine again.

I missed your birthday. You would be proud of me, finally.

But I can't help it, I have to wish you well and hope you'll remember me with words like "found" and "temptation" - even after you've found "the one" you were always looking for next ti the lions and the ladies training your previously beloved trapeze swinger.

I've missed your birthday. Enjoy whatever year this is for you. Please.