birthdays

I wonder where the time went / I peruse old photo books, flip through pages / Falling in love while falling out of love / Watching elevator doors go blurry.

I went about my day carrying what felt like a dirty little secret, that I was craving a celebration I didn’t know how to ask for.

These suggestions are generic enough that they’re not specific to any person, but niche enough that people likely don’t already have them.

My estrangement from my own age was never something I could put into words.