I missed your birthday.
No one else knows I missed it.
No cake. No card. No presents.
No singing.
I could say I’m sorry. But you won’t hear my apology.
Did I think of you?
Yes.
Do I think of you?
Always.
Well, often. Therein lies yet more regret.
If I threw you a party you would not come.
Could not come.
I will miss your birthday next year.
I already know it.
You'd be 22 now.
My never-born daughter.
But.
You missed your birth day.
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