Heya, how've you been?
I hope it hasn't been too long
since I last wrote.
I know words are all we have,
and I've not been a good friend.
So sorry, been far too busy.
We both know it reads as:
Excuses, excuses, and
just another excuse.
And you never deserved that.
They are the words
I tired out from overuse;
The letters I should have
not been writing to you.
These are the letters
I never penned;
The words I should have
been saying instead:
I miss our chats.
Our late nights, or early
mornings. Yet you're still
the white space wrapping
my words, protector unseen.
I love you.
I won't add "too"
because this isn't
something to be tacked
on, an afterthought.
Happy birthday today,
Nineteen is a milestone
And I am so proud of you.
Enjoy and
Celebrate it.
You only get to pass
Nineteen once.