It was your birthday.

I was supposed to upload this on your birthday. And it wasn’t that I forgot to think of you or even of this post. But just that little bits of life swept away the hours and I was content and not quite thinking about an app on my phone and a poem to post on a fitting day. And I think that’s better. Because that’s more like what you’d have wanted.

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