It's your birthday.
And today was close to my heart,
Even though you're far apart.

You're continent apart from me,
And time zones were playing a dirt game on us.

Rendezvous glances and fluttering butterflies,
Were all the memories you left for me.

And I am still penning about you in invisible ink,
As all verses about you, are here for me.

It's difficult to latch the chapter of you, and move on,
As I never felt those sparks again with anyone.

All those "love at first sight" and " true love" rang bells when I was with you,
And now they have faded along with you. It's that delicate.

Maybe time will make them shimmer, delinquently. Maybe.

Or maybe we will meet again,
Or maybe "meet again" is me living in vain.

Destiny will riddle around maybe.
Until then... perhaps, this cup of coffee I am holding, will bittersweet me.

Halsey