It still doesn’t feel real,
Like a wound that won’t heal.
You were always there,
And now will never be here.
I have felt pain, hate and anger,
But none of that will let me see you.
Unlike everyone else,
A birthday will no longer age you.
I can say happy birthday,
But you will not celebrate.
All I can live with are my thoughts,
And the lessons you have taught.
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