Is yours a sad love story like mine?
Mine took place on a Tuesday.
You see, he never came back.
It wasn’t someone else’s hand he left mine for.
I wish it was.
His birthday was in September.
I still bake a cake every year.
But he’ll never get to eat chocolate cake again.
I’ll never be able to lick his lips with a tongue freckled with sprinkles.
That day was his birthday.
That day he walked away for good.
That day 20 years ago.