What was once a reason to celebrate,
now it's a hurtful reminder.
That you are not here.
That there won't be a cake and candles to blow.
No presents, no parties, no laughter.
Your voice won't be heard.
A reminder that birthdays are negated when someone passes.
That you came, but that you left too.
Left too soon.
I fucking miss you dad..
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