Take II on Birthday

It's that day. The day you were born. A day that really has no meaning to me, Or shouldn't, anyway. This day you came into existence: Few thousand days I actually knew. And maybe a few dozen days later, when you left me broken down worse than when I met you. I can suppress a lot of things about you: Memories The way you talked me up when I was down How you found the happy in me That you could see the flaws in me As beautiful quirks. Considering I can list them, I guess I'm not the best forgetting. But i swear, this day is something that sticks in my brain like glue A habit I didn't know I had. When the day passes by, it'll be another day for me. Another day lonely.