Birthday Girl’s Late Again!
Birthday Girl’s Late Again! I slump with the balloons that cannot bear the weight of my breath. Upturned lips now sag in solidarity with the Happy Birthday sign I toiled to pin up. No one attends, safe for my uncanny reflections on the dozens of chafing dishes and the litter of confetti I’d prematurely burst. Just needed the atmosphere… Twenty candles on the cake await your coming, dear. Cannot bring myself to tell them the truth. For three years I’ve been making excuses. Gullible sort, they are. I am, too. Guess I’ll break the silence. Repress the tears and swallow the guilt, then: Would ya’ look at that… Birthday girl’s late again!