It's your birthday tomorrow
a happy day when you were born
then you got lost for years and years
I refound you, but you're not here
not in my arms, nowhere to be held
this loss, this perpetual want hurts
it's worse than knives, even now
to stand by your grave brings no solace
I bring you flowers, but all in vain
you liked orchids, fleshy and exotic
sensuous fragrances and colours
but what is the use, they die on a grave
maybe a fitting comment, but all too sad
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