Today’s your birthday,
and I’m a thousand miles away.
I’m crossing the country as fast as I can
but it’s too late
because you’ve already found your man.
Sometimes I think about what may have happened
had I acted differently, confidently.
And said what the hell,
it’s only a question.
Might I be in my home state celebrating
with you instead of being stuck
spinning in circles in the place I lust
to leave but don’t?
It’s the same damn thing that kept me
from making you mine in the first place.
You bastard, sensibility.
Instead, you’re shining in the Sunshine State
and I’m tearing myself up
again.
Forever yours, forever alone,
with feelings never known.
Shine on, you lovely masterpiece.