It’s your special day
And I have so much to say
Oh that time will let me
There are thousands of things to make you see.
The happy times
Lengthening with the clock’s chimes
The beautiful talks we exchanged
Never believing there could be a change.
The midnight conversations
Smiles on our faces our only compensation
Our dreams and hopes
The only reason we could cope.
The moments we spent together
Are memories I’ll cherish forever
Memories I can look at and smile
Knowing they are reasons to aim high.
Oh if I could do more than just words
And not pull memory chords.
It’s your special day
And my own very special way
Of wishing a happy birthday
To a friend who just walked away.
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Re the poem, it's sad that the special ones sometimes "walk away." You regret the parting, but respond in your own special way, with head up and still looking for a bright future.
Connie