having been cursed for this latter decade to share
a date with terrorism, but no matter how long
I sit and stare and wait alone (party of one),
the candles on my cake never topple over.
My ten wishes are always carried forth in
ten celebratory, happy birthday breaths
that I may still be here today, alone but alive.
Spoiler
Just another 9/11 poem. I wanted to take it in a different direction. I don't think it succeeds very well xP
