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It’s your birthday on Tuesday.
I don’t know whether to wish you.
Can’t do what I did in the past
And broadcast it to the world 
Like they care.
But if you celebrate it this year, 
I hope I’ll be there.

The last time we celebrated your birthday 
Was three years ago.
You were out of town,
And I was peeling post-it notes off of my wall.
But there was a badly wrapped present
And a long weekend involved. 

Happy Birthday,
Your phone said on the cusp of May.
The words left a wound that 
Hasn’t quite healed.

Happy Birthday,
You spent the whole day with me three years ago.
My phone reminds me whenever I feel like forgetting.

Happy Birthday,
I don’t think you’ve ever said those words to me.

Three hundred and sixty five days from Tuesday 
And a few weeks from then
And maybe a few months after that 
The question of your birthday will still be on my mind.

Two words
Thirteen letters
Just tell me what to say.