On your birthday

December 27, 2019 § Leave a comment

Just some prose — cos poetry refused to come — on your birthday:

Dearest, most lovely friend (isn’t that how you like to see us — as best friends). I wrack my brain for the right words. To say what a special day it is today. It’s your birthday. But they won’t come, refusing to flow to express all that I’m feeling in my heart.

We’ve walked together these long years. And all the beauty, all the love, all the tenderness and all the terrible bitterness — they are all fused together.

Remember I used to say ‘… as long as we’re better off with each other.’ And I still can’t think of anyone else I’d rather walk with.

Happy birthday my love.

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