happy new 7th

After the first year, you were still fresh.

After the second year, you were an inspiration.

Three years, a reason why I turned away from religion.

Years four, five, and six, a sad story.

Seven years have passed.

I never completed the few goals I said I would.

I was never to you what you were to me, so, if there is an afterlife, and a window into the living world that is the clearest on this day, and you can see everyone you ever knew, I don't pretend that you are watching over me in particular.

If you were still here, we'd probably be out of touch by now. You'd be married. I'd be here, or maybe I'd be somewhere else. I might have lost my religion later than I did, but I don't think I'd ever have kept it.

Life would have gone on. Unmarred. This day, unscathed.

If, however, there is an invisible force that moves this universe and its contents with a speed and direction incomprehensible, it knew what it was doing when it decided you should sleep for good,

And I'm not quite sure if your death has made me a stronger person, but it has made me more thoughtful, more curious, more aware and aweful of the world and humanity.

So to you, invisible and immovable universe force, and to you, my once friend,

Happy New Birthday.