the first poem i write to you is the last

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I stare at today's date
Wondering why it looked so familiar
Triggering a part of my brain
Triggering a chapter of my life

I hold my pen tight 
Not knowing what to write
Never written a poem to anyone
Never thought you'd be the first one

As I scribble a few words
Many thoughts crossed my mind
Am I being selfish
Am I being unfair

And so I've decided
This is not a goodnight
But indeed a goodbye

Also, happy birthday

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