It’s my Birthday and you can come if you want to!

Its my birthday next week you know…

Yeah of course I know

It would please me much if you were there…

Yeah I know that as well

So will you come?

But what do I come as?

It’s not a costume party, you don’t have to dress up but…

Shut up you know what I mean

…you can come as Hermoine dressed in her Gryffindor uniform perhaps?

Be serious! You know what I mean!

No I don’t actually…

Who do I come as? In relation to you? 

Do I have to spell it out then?

Well.

Come as part of the friendship that they can’t comprehend, a bond that only you and I understand,

As my biggest critic who keeps me honest,

The person I can achieve anything with when you are standing beside me,

The one I wish was on every one of my adventures.

Come as the girl who smiles through the pain,

Who my heart breaks for only to be rebuilt by your strength and courage,

Come as the reader, the writer, the swimmer, the hiker,

The sister, the daughter, the scrappy street fighter.

 

Come as the person I would miss the most if you didn’t,

The part of me that would be missing if you were not there.

But mostly come as all that makes you YOU,

The person I perhaps hardly even know but who I want to spend every minute learning…

 

 

 

 

A fleeting glance

A fleeting glance across a crowded room,

My eyes meet yours with a familiarity only old friends know,

Your smile and happy eyes the shining light at the end of my tunnel vision,

Yet I know it is a paradox in itself.

 

A fleeting glance across a crowded room,

You look back and smile,

But with it comes the hint of the pain beneath,

An uneasy fidget and you look away.

 

A fleeting glance across a crowded room,

And distance becomes relative,

A stretch of my arm would bring you closer,

But you are already 1000 miles away.

 

A fleeting glance across a crowded room,

I step to bridge the gap,

You turn around and walk away,

And only time is left standing still.