I cannot tell you happy birthday.
I convince my psyche
that you feel me thinking of you.
I comfort myself
in knowing
that I can miss you.
Am I allowed to miss you?
I shudder at the thought of
your betrayal of a birthday kiss
from lips that are not mine.
You are not mine.
I reassure my fear
that you feel me missing you.
Am I allowed to miss you?
My fear reminds me
that you are forgetting me.
Am I allowed to miss you?
February 19, 2024.
“I want to hold you.”
“But why? I miss you.”
“That is why. I miss you, too.”
“I was wondering if you could feel me missing you.”
“I think I could. And I missed you, too.”
I can feel you forgetting me.
Am I allowed to miss you?