Birthday Girl

Birthday Girl, her big day.
There’ll be a party.
There’ll be cake.
I wish I could still
give her a perfect gift
wrapped in bright paper.
I wish I could share it with her
and make her laugh and smile
and just know that she cared.
Omaha’s a long way from here
and she never writes or calls.
I can’t get her to reply.
A moment, we were friends,
but she’s living her own life
and I’m still here, still missing her.
It’s her birthday, she’s having fun,
and send thoughts to her of love,
hoping she knows they’ve come from me.
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