...the first one we were apart, I actually got to see him. The few after that, I worked up the courage to call. The next two or tree after that, I only was able to bring myself to send a text message. Last year, an E. Card to an account I don't think he ever checks. Eventually, the E.Card came back to me, unread. This year, I will post it here.
I have never forgotten his birthday. Ever. Even if he probably thinks I have by now. It is a day burned into my memory. Probably tonight, he will be out celebrating somewhere. Part of me wants to say -- without me. Part of me misses being included in that.
But it is his birthday. Happy Birthday Ivan. Maybe one day you will see this. Maybe you will not. But I never forget.
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