BIRTHDAYS
It has been 30 years since breath first touch my lungs.
But here I am, just like the past few years since I reached puberty, waiting for messages at 12 midnight.
It used to excite me a lot. To see who’ll remember.
To see messages flood my phone.
But now, I’ve been dreading it.
To see the clock strike twelve.
Maybe I’m afraid to be alone.
To be forgotten.
Slowly, I received messages from friends and family.
But then, I didn’t get yours unlike the past years.
I felt this gut wrenching feeling.
I felt my chest tightening.
It felt hard to breathe.
I am suffocating.
Tears filled my eyes, and just like the other days behind, I held it back.
Just like how I want to look at you on some good days of my life but held back.
Just like how I want to hug you on some bad days of my life but held back.
Today of all days, I realized that every birthdays were only bearable because you were here.













