Just another day.
That's all it is.
A set of numbers
On the calender
That don't mean anything
To anyone else
Except me.
Stupid of me to think
That you'd remember
This year.

But last year you did,
Celebrating with me
All night long
With candles,
Chocolate cake,
And champagne.
You gave me the gift
Of your love
Over and over
Until we fell asleep
Sometime before dawn,
Exhausted,
Sated,
In eachother's arms.

That night with you
Was the best present
Anyone
Had ever given me,
A birthday gift
I'll never forget
And the first
Of many more nights spent
With you
In my arms
And your love
In my heart.

But that's over now,
Thanks to the choice I made
Months ago.
Stupid of me to think
That after all
I've put you through
Since the Alliance Invasion began
You'd want to
be anywhere near me,
Much less celebrate my birthday
Like we did
Last year.

But then
I unlock my hotel room door
And see candles
Glowing on the nightstand,
A champagne bucket
On the floor,
A chocolate frosted cake
On the dresser
And you
In my bed
Wearing nothing but
A bright orange ribbon
And a smile.

Happy birthday to me.