On Lori's Birthday (My Heart Is Still Broken)
Keeping in mind that this day belongs to Lori,
I raise a glass to her and wish ceremonious,
but insincere, blessings for the coming year.
Bitterly following behind her, she’s dressed in yellow,
an outfit I picked out and secretly she’s always hated.
She always loved too much and kept herself hopeful to joys she’d never know.
I believe in hope, but can’t be wrapped up in it myself.
I shrink down, find my way free from expectations and remain only myself.
Drive on, yourself, towards goals and new friends.
The time has been too short for sentiment and I simply offer nothing.
The dinners and the hours of longing are more distant than time itself;
they fade quickly into beige thoughts, pure and happy, but forgotten.
Copyright © Brian Fuchs | Year Posted 2008
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