I tend to get depressed on my birthday every year. It’s not so much because I’m aging, although that is a small part. I have my reasons, and they’re a bit personal to write on my blog. But, keep reading and you’ll see how I cured the birthday blues.
We used to be so carefree, you and me.
When we were together,
everything was fun.
The movies, parties, traveling.
Life had such vibrance.
Sometimes, we’d leave the house
at midnight and not return home
We used to eat and drink
anything we pleased.
The worst thing to happen
was an occasional hangover
the next morning. Continue reading “Without You”