Today I was born over two decades ago when my mother was young and blond and my father still fished. I miss you today, on the day when I should be happiest I find it hardest to breathe. From the window of this empty classroom it looks as though there is snow on the roof of the building next door. But it is really painted white and no snow will ever fall from these Louisiana skies. The last time I saw snow I was with you. Falling in my hair and in your eyelashes. To turn down the knob in my head that is your voice would be a crime for it is all that I have left. I don't know if you were wondering, but my hair is almost to my waist and my eyes are still blue. Are yours? When you feel her nose in the hollow of your throat do you sometimes imagine that its mine? I just want to know, do you remember that today is my birthday? Do you remember that 365 days ago your head was in my lap, eyes looking up at me, twirling my hair between your fingers, thanking God that I was born on this day 20 years ago. My head aches in tribute to my heart. Happy Birthday to me...Birth sign: Not entered
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