Just another day
I didn’t celebrate.
Waking up before dawn
and back to bed before ten,
I am up before dawn
Another year older, they’ll say
and I’ve said it too,
But every day is an anniversary
of a day you’ll never get back.
For better, or worse.
This is just the passing
Of another pile of mediocre beginnings
and stale half-endings.
The half-hearted hello’s —
The digitally-reminded ones.
And the silent goodbyes —
The never-followed-through-with ones.
This is just my body taking a step
further down the road of deterioration.
This is just my number going up.
This is a day I pretend everyone cares about
This is a day no one cares about