Thirty-something

I’m thirty now and soon you will be too.

I can’t help but be eager for these Septembers to change, for September to just be a month again.

I’ll be thirty-something when the melancholy and the memories fade.

I’ll hate it but I’ll need it.

Maybe one year soon we’ll skip a birthday. By we, I mean you, because you’ll have to miss mine first.

My thirty-something birthday can celebrate forgetting and forgiveness.

One less text message is all it takes.

So I’ll be here, waiting to turn thirty-something.

Hope this finds you well,

-L