Happy Birthday to Me
In the reflection I see Darts and flickers of candlelight , broken by shadows , dancing to the rhythm of the flame atop the wick . Still glowing , Still burning .
Behind the glass , mirror-me gazes back , illuminated - as I am - by the slender flame which whips to and fro , and paints our faces pumpkin pie orange .
Around me crowd the ones I don ’ t know what to do without the central piece to my puzzle of a heart , to my life . Laughing , singing – celebrating ! Yet in the air hangs a melancholic mist .
Another year . I know without doubt that my story is nearing its final chapter . After the last rush of pages
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