Your Day

I saw the other day, that it was your birthday.

I hope it was a great day for you.

I should have remembered. For quite a few years I did. 

I'm sorry that eventually it became less memorable until one year it passed without notice or thought.

We celebrated a couple of those days together ..... your day. 

For quite a few years it was part of what I held onto. 

It ultimately became necessary to let it go. 

I later wondered if to do so was a sin.  

And if you felt the distant change in some shifting of the universe and truth sort of way or moment.

(As if I'm qualified to speak on such matters.)

I remembered there was a time when we thought we'd celebrate many together.

I hope there was someone this year to remember your day.

Photo on a rainy day from a rose garden in seasonal survival mode. On of the holdouts from the cycles of time and the elements.