by wintersdusk

i baked you a cake,

filled with chocolate dreams

and golden breath,

the tables are set up for you.

gifts sitting beside the catering,

handmade, hand shakes.

balloons filled up,

inhale, exhale, fire

my lungs,

on fire.

i did it for you though,

the surprise on your face

when you'd walk through those doors.

which candles would you prefer?

rainbow, or...

the wrapping paper is perfect,

i checked!

nothing you wouldn't have liked.

love, we're all even wearing

your favorite color.

black.

you always loved black.

it was your favorite color.

was.

was.

i trip up on that word.

was.

it was,

you were.

the roses are by the cake,

you love roses,

don't you?

don't you?

tears roll down our faces,

we're just so... happy,

happy happy happy

happy happy happy

happy happy happy

happy birthday.

this is what you wanted, isn't it?

a party, for your eighteenth birthday?

you might've wanted to be here,

but,

this is okay, right?

right?

right?

i'm not in denial,

no, that's not what you would call this.

i didn't set up this party because i thought,

maybe, just maybe,

you'd be here.

no.

no.

no.

i couldn't have, could i?

you're gone.

gone.

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday, dear love.

happy birthday...

happy.

happy?

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