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By Ali Date: 2005 Oct 29 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.29.09.17.8831]] |
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Today is his birthday-- How could I have forgotten? Or, rather, how did I convince myself That I had forgotten? Ours was a love too sordid, too lost To last--if it was even love, At the end. There are things, I'm certain, That I have unremembered, or misremembered, And other things, still, that I wish I had. It's been too long since he was "mine"-- And it was all too lonely When he was. And maybe I feel like Alanis Morrisette, Singing "You Outta Know" at the top of my Heart-- But the truth is, I never would cry In front of a fool, and I never will Unhinge my heart for him, again. And even though a little revenge might be nice-- I will not stoop to further a folly. Today, I say happy birthday To my past, to a future I never belonged to, And I don't know (or care) what it's worth, or what it all means, But between yesterday and tomorrow, I wonder If he's happy now, or if he even knows how To love, without a reason to believe. |