Waiting

Counting down the days

Until my friend’s birthday

Felt exhilaratingly nerve-wracking.

I loved spoiling, celebrating, honouring her

Just like she did for me.

Our birthdays were always our excuses

To spend our energy, time, and money

On each other

Because we couldn’t feel as guilty.

Waiting three hundred and sixty-five days

Felt like doing a chore

But it was always worth it.