Birthdays are for other people
There is no word for this day,
there is no real celebration,
yet it is no ordinary day
and deserves
its remembrance,
its place
in the eternity
of time.
Insufficient melancholy -
my shadow alongside
the shadow of your life.
There is no word
for this emotion,
this self-indulgent sadness
has no design
no plan
no purpose.
There is no word,
there are no words …...
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