– the seventh of september –

… your birthday passed
… three weeks ago.
… tried to find joy
… from common woe.
… your candles lit
… what was your wish?
… we both know mine
… was for your kiss,

yet on the seventh of Sep-
tember, my sadness rolled.
… the lonely hour
… took its good toll.
On the seventh of Sep-
tember, my heartache boiled.
Tried to reach out to you,
but I recoiled, and I

feel this ev’ry day, the
wanting, needing, bruising, bleeding.
Causing my own pain; your
birthday cake I could be feeding…

on.

D.J. Whisenant

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