this is your day.

hey,
happy birthday.
welcome to another
year of breathing.
saw what
what it could be
what it could mean without me.
i liked it.
it was good.
it felt good to be
here without me.
you know how
to dispose nonchalantly
of flowers
equally graceful.
gift given informally
thoughtlessly.
you wouldn't have touched them
if they came from me.
but hey
so happy birthday.
how
how does it seem
how does it feel to have clouds
part for you?
the previous week
it rained constantly,
you know.
i had to shove my umbrella
aside to get
a better look at you.

people have read this awful poem. i'm embarrassed, really.