All the words I couldn't say

It's your birthday..

It's your birthday,
but this time it's not me celebrating with you.
It's yet another simple day,
for someone like me who's nothing to you.

I remember your birthday,
as if it's mine and not yours.
I remember each and every other day,
which I spent thinking of how it'd be if I were yours.

I remember you cutting the cake years ago,
as if it's happening in front of me right now.
I remember you smiling for a group picture,
as if you're smiling at me now.

I don't even know why,
but I am not able to forget you.
It's like you've fixed your damn image in my heart,
so that I remember you.

It's like a curse you know,
that I have to remember even the smallest details about you.
It's not even in my hands anymore,
that what I'd do if I don't stop thinking about you.

From your favourite colour to your favourite sport,
I remember each and everything about you.
Yet I don't think you even remember me,
considering I was always just a message away from you.

Maybe I did wait for that one message,
maybe I did want to see it.
Maybe if you'd just sent me a greeting,
I would've been smiling like an idiot.