One Fine Day

Today is my wifes birthday, I should feel joy for her, but I feel betrayed. Cause I cannot celebrate another year of life for her that has come and gone, instead I will be by myself, more reason for suffering to spawn. I cannot hold her and tell her that I love her, I cannot give her gifts to make her feel important. Instead I wait for phone calls dealing with bills and raves and rants. It's supposed to be a joyous occasion, but I feel like I'm mourning the dead, my mind and heart feeling under invasion. Wondering if I will be a tribute to such events, this is one fine day indeed, but for me is torment.