i can't seem to remember exactly which day it is
your birthday i mean
i know it has to be one of these days
coming up
maybe tomorrow
or the next ~ or the day after that

irony seemed to play a cruel joke on my memory
i had it etched permanently in my heart
or so i thought
(guess that's what i get for thinking)

i vowed never to forget the date
that my love was given breath
and every time you whispered it in my ear
i whispered back the same melody of flattery

you just wanted to make sure
make sure you were in control

because not once could you recall
my birthday ~ the day
our lives did change

and once again irony stuck her pretty little
nose in someone else's business

because you see my love
i was born on the day we met

and that you never could remember
and me
i never could forget

but yours ~ well
that is another kind of day
one i'm sure is around here
somewhere

let me know when you find it
because i said good-bye to it long, long ago

08/10/2005

Author's Note: Happy Birthday, Jason ~ wherever you may be

Posted on 08/11/2005
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