There is a history underneath my feet.
The forever changing currents try to drown it out.
Her whispers unsteady my footsteps.

There is a history underneath my feet.
The forever changing currents try to drown it out.
Her whispers unsteady my footsteps.

I missed your birthday this year
It slipped my mind
It was that simple
You are no longer my priority
in many ways
Missing your birthday
is a fraction of
the final letting go