Annual Text
- Apr 17
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 21
I opened the door
no, I slammed the door open
in my signature style
forged a conversation
out of a happy birthday text
Maybe it was you who started
with your heart's secrets
spilled into a text bubble
I've always been immune to you
so, I wrote back
as if it was a grocery order
a very detailed one
Because I remember
your weakness for me
but mostly
your inability to
do the right thing
for 25-year-old me
who was busy loving an ex
while on vacation with you
We slipped past our moment
somewhere on a crowded lower Manhattan street
me giving too many truths
and you not giving enough
Was it the attention you showered
freely
even though there were no promises
I only know the door is swinging closed
again
like it should be
a daydream filled afternoon
as a birthday treat to myself
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