Chopsticks
I celebrated the
day you were born
by wrapping a
present of chopsticks
I had purchased but
would never give you.
I wrapped the box
as though I might --
with colorful tissue and
a silver ribbon
that catches the light
in a similar manner as
do your eyes.
But realized that were
I to offer them up
you might ram one through
my heart
without even meaning to.
You would say thank you
and be gracious
but would not hold me
citing a thousand reasons why
you shouldn't.
And you would be right.
For we would hurt all over.
So instead I write this for you,
hoping you will visit
but knowing you won't.
So I forget your birthday --
though I don't.
Copyright © Irene Hammer | Year Posted 2009
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