Birthdays - we lasted three of them.
Two of mine and one of yours.
When the time came round we'd reminisce,
Tell your parents that same old story -
How you winded me,
Took my breath away,
And we'd hold hands under the table.
You weren't gifted with the gift of giving,
But I never turned down a new pair of socks -
Businessman Black, to go with the new suit.
When Mum marched in with the cake
You'd sing along, we blew out the candles together.
You made me feel invincible.
Now you're gone I just don't have the breath.
