By Karina Hodge
Its two weeks till my birthday. And you are not here.
Its two weeks till my birthday but I know you care. But you are still never here.
Work has called you away, again. And I am sad that we can’t share my birthday together.
Its two weeks till my birthday and it’s the big three zero, I’m quite excited to hit this milestone, as you know. But again, unfortunately you will not be present. But instead you will mail me a present.
It’s just not the same, you not being here. Your birthday wishes sent to me from faraway lands, kilometres of sea between us. I’m told not to take it personally, but when it keeps happening year after year. Well you get the idea.
As I look back on the photos from birthdays gone by, I notice you’re not by my side. You only appear in one year’s pictures. The other milestone, twenty one. That was nine years ago. When our lives looked much different. Before marriage, before child, before three houses. And I look to the future and think how will it be then? When will we get to eat cake together again? To celebrate with my family and friends and maybe, just maybe my husband again.
I know you are sad to miss this day, you’re not one to make a fuss about your birthday. But just know I like to be queen of birthdays and would like to be feel special. Even just for one day. Because when you get home it’s been far too long. And there are other things that take preference in your thoughts, the move, the paper work and spending time together. But just know I miss you on my special day and know that I wish you weren’t away.
