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!