11/30

Today is your birthday.
31 years.
Fellow Aries
from a different universe.
You were 29 when I saw you last,
visiting town,
dropping by to see your cat
who wouldn't come to your call anymore.
-sink-
You left in a hurry,
about like I did to you.

One day you called
just to say Hey!
We talked phone plans?
or maybe it was life plans.
You sounded great.
Happy.
I knew you would be.
-rise-
After all those broken pieces
we managed to come out alive,
or at least with enough left to regenerate.

My fingers will begin to spread
with the expanse between each letter.
Room for remembrance.
These are the first words I've written
about a partnership spanning
the 20s of two lives.
A small worded beginning
about the end
of a beginning.