Birthday

A bunch of balloons Food put on the plates And an empty chair. I disregard the festive decorations And stare at that one empty spot As if it could bring me back—you. Or maybe bring you to me for the first time The amnesia has me forgetting everything; If we've danced that dance before If reincarnation is just a vicious cycle with no end It must be; It stole you from me. It stole your glances and embraces Your warmth and your presence Your essence and your expansive energy I shrink within myself As if to counterattack the void But it only consumes me whole The me, who dared to dream Dream that you'd be here On a day as important as this one What kind of birthday it is If I can't spend it with the one I love? And even so; I pick myself back up I dust myself off And I keep trying, yet another failed time. But how much more strength do I have in me? Can the whole of the Universe equal to the stars in his eyes? Maybe my best self wouldn't have loved you; I don't want to be my best self then. I want to remain the imperfect me, who got to taste the perfection The Heaven on Earth The chamber of torture The poison and the cure— My love for you.