I wake up to Google’s reminder as if I’d forget
we were meant to celebrate your birthday, today.
For the first time, since you’ve been gone —
I approach your Facebook page, I don’t know why.
Perhaps like a holy grave, I hope to find you there.
Whatever trepidation I brought with me vanishes
as I take pity on the person, who is not aware you
don’t speak the language of the living, anymore.
Though sad, I’m grateful I don’t do social media
birthdays, anymore. Instead I turn to WhatsApp,
an archive, where I reread our last conversation.
“Lol!” is how both our last lines end, I cannot help
but smile at the absurdity of it all. Only God knows
how long I’ll hold on to our private conversations!