I celebrate, my birth, my lifetime, and my being.
what had i been celebrating? one day a year.
i had been here everyday before and after.
this was not my celebration, this was theirs.
i appreciate treasured moments,
as i watch them celebrate moments of the past.
yesterday i missed, tomorrow i may not exist.
i will always exist to them, even if i don't exist to myself.
today, just for today, i celebrate.
they celebrate, for me and for them.
they do not celebrate for this day, but the many before it.
i never cared to celebrate one day a year.
here i am, here they are.
celebrating on this day.
a question unasked until too late, is a question unanswered.
why just for today?