Happy Birthday.


 

There is enough atmosphere in this small cafe for all of San Francisco.
Radio Habana Social Club, San Francisco

I know it’s your birthday today

But I know you don’t want me to call

So I took the last text message you sent me

And changed the meaning so all

The lines are opposite:

Thank you for your gift

It was very thoughtful.

It all turned out just as you hoped

I want us to be together forever

It was the perfect gift at the perfect time

I’m so alone without you 

Please keep sending me love letters.

Happy Birthday

I didn’t mean to turn love into

Stalking.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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