It’s your birthday today.

I used to make a big deal out of it.

Though today I won’t,

for obvious reasons.

A random day on the calendar

that had no meaning before you.

But thanks to you,

it now will always have meaning.

Dates are funny that way.

The day we met, our anniversary, and the day we broke up,

they were just numbers on the calendar,

until they became so much more.

So while I won’t tell you directly,

I hope your birthday is special.

Because I’d like to think,

you’d hope the same for me.