I think it was the best day that we had,
That surprise birthday party that I threw you—
The best day that we shared, and nothing bad
Could kill it, because happiness just slew you.
“You really thought this out,” you said, “you snot,”
While cutting cake with a white plastic knife.
“Of course,” I said. “I give a lot of thought
To everything I do. Except my life.”
You laughed. I loved it when I made you laugh.
I bet you’re laughing now, because those words
So lightly said could be my epitaph—
For all I’ve done since then is for the birds.
I love that day like I hate my lost youth.
It was the only day I told the truth.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells