Last 3 letters of the spring

I’d meet you on a random day in August

I’d ask about the big 30

You’d ask back about my 28

So, how did you celebrate

a crazy party, I presume

You don’t know me very well, I’d say

And add that I deep-cleaned my bathroom

You’d gently smile as if you were certain that had happened, and tell me I need help

I’d agree and make sure I am not looking at you when I say the following

Happy birthday, my love. I killed my ficus today

too much water

as I learned

The roots had rotted

It all started when

What does it matter when it started?

when it doesn’t

There is nothing wrong with wanting. There is nothing wrong with wanting. There is nothing wrong with wanting. There is nothing wrong with wanting. There is nothing wrong with wanting. There is nothing wrong with wanting. There is nothing wrong with wanting.

`anyway.