🕯 k.

Tw // grief

The notification hits me off guard

Every year, on the same day

Your birthday.

I should be used to it by now.

I should be used to the emotions

The waves of sadness

The frustration

The emptiness

I'm not used to it.

We should be celebrating you.

What you achieved

Who you became

All that you are.

But all that's left now is a memory.

What you dreamed of

Who you once were

All those chances

We should have graduated together

Our children would share a class

Just like we did, all those years.

But life isn't fair, is it?

The world wasn't ready for you.

I miss you.

Happy Birthday, K.

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