You were the best birthday of my life

You were the best birthday of my life

Not that it was you, exactly

You weren’t the birthday itself,

is what I mean to say

But you were the reason for it

You were the golden thread 

Of the creative expat Prague

I fell so in love with

I just put on a song just to do some work

And got pulled into your vortex

Tears, yes,

And joy and energy

I feel you.

That’s not lost on you.

Remember that birthday I spent in Prague?

I still have the note you wrote me

I saw it the other day, in my pen jar

A few nights after waking up with you,

We danced at the Dog Bar

You were in love with 

[everyone]

The coat check girl

I took a drunken picture

(She’s Macedonian; we met months later)

Zack and I danced salsa,

the night tapered.

We waited on the stairs

to cash in our chips and

free as a bird,

I sang some song.

The crowd applauded

and I got to tell everyone there,

yourself included,

That it was the best birthday of my life.