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.
