Your birthday came and I hated it. You walked right past me but I didn't say it. The memory haunts me even now. Words, I couldn't speak them somehow. Sometimes I wonder if you ever think. If I wanted to say it , but I didn't. I like to think you know me. That you caught the words with ease. Your eyes are always so angry. Means you still care, still feel for me. I could be terribly wrong. But I could pretend that I'm not.