you say it's her birthday

is it my birthday too?... perhaps, but just days past his birthday, not that he celebrates... she does though, and somewhere deep inside he appreciate that more than he wants to realize or accept, so tired and burnt out on depending on others to be there for him, sad, true, at least from his experience and she, ever hopeful and optimistic, refuses to accept the growing cynicism and jaded cage that is forming around her heart, but then, she avoids so well... especially when there is reason to celebrate, however superfluous the reason... being happy to be alive, to have been born, there's a run... he is so very happy she was born and she, she would be in a very different place if he wasn't born... so they celebrate, for real and for tradition, on the surface and, almost secretly, deep deep down and yet day to day, pretending the depths are not there most of the time even as the feeling is so real and warm and true... bless her...