nine days after you left,
i turned fourteen. the entire day, people
told me happy birthday. the entire day, i
hoped you would too. the last ten minutes
of my birthday i spent crying. because
i knew you wouldn't say it, and i knew
you knew. when i walked up to that
table people hugged me from every
side wishing me a happy a perfect day,
but you just stared. i didn't have
a happy birthday. not without you.
YOU ARE READING
After You Left
PoetrySuper short depressing story's beginning at my first heartbreak and following me through life.
