Cancer
Jan,
It's my birthday and you didn't call.
I hate you for all of this,
even if it's not your fault.
It's been a year now, this is our special day.
How could do this?
It isn't fair that you went away.
I understand that Heaven is busy,
but you should make time,
because you did this to me
I didn't ask for this special connection, this isn't something we discussed.
You left me on this day,
you did this to us.
It's me, not you, that I hate.
I'm sorry for all the memories I didn't appreciate.
I wish I could go back to January first,
the last time I saw you before the worst.
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