thirty-one.

they never told me
when you were born.
so i picked a random
time.
i don’t think you
would mind.

they never told me
what you were like.
so i discovered you
myself.
i don’t think you
minded.

but no-one can tell me
what you might
have been like.
at 31.
i don’t think they
know.

i would like
to see you with wrinkles.
just enough to show
you lived.
i try to forget
it broke my heart.

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