Staring blankly at a flame
What am I wishing for?
Hearing voices singing the song, quietly, shyly.
But something felt a little wrong
Maybe it was that one silent voice
That now come to think of it I can’t even remember a time where I heard him
It felt strange like it didn’t matter
Like it wasn’t real
I’m an adult now
I don’t really need cakes and candles
I don’t need the song anymore
I don’t need special treatment
I don’t need goodnight kisses
It felt like you didn’t think that celebrating mattered anymore
Happy birthday to you, Rachel