As they gather around me, their mouths move
silently singing the song. I stare into the
flames that appear to be dancing, to their off
key pitch. Blowing out the candles, I wish for
what once was.
When yesterday I was only a child dreaming
of my future, tomorrow I will be 31,
reminiscing on who I once was.
Taking a bite my mouth cries, for the sugar
was replaced with the salt from my eyes. To
the sweet 16, my taste buds are met with a
bitter 61.
Ripped open letters, hold memories
expressed through letters. Empty presents
surround, laying in my somber presence.
In their favor, I hold a smile, handing out
their party favors.
I don’t want to grow older, nor do I want to
grow younger. I don’t know what to do or
what to think.
Turning around, I cut another slice of cake
leaving a bittersweet taste.