Happy Ben Day (Do Sirens Expire?)
One year ago, the clock struck pain,
In June's long light, love slipped the chain.
You turned to him, a different face,
And left me standing shocked in place.
The candles no longer burn bright,
But not for us, not love, not right.
A birthday wish someone will say,
While I remember the flowers on Ben Day.
He got the spark, the sudden thrill,
I got silence and looks that kill.
A year ago, lies shattered your vow,
How far you've moved away from them now.
Does magic fade when thirty calls?
Do sadistic wishes die in aging halls?
You said you only teased him but your fabrication ran deep,
I often wonder what other lies you still keep.
What stories did he give? Were the garbanzos somehow sweet?
What magic did he place at your feet?
Today you're the Ardmore queen, and your dragon throne is gold
But some thrones simply rust when nights alone get cold.
So blow out your candles and raise your glass,
Toast to online men not built to last.
While I, though cracked and bruised and bent,
Still feel the weight of what you really meant.
You once believed, no, swore to me your truth,
A siren's song lost in your reckless youth.
You’d caught their eyes, their hearts, their fire
But I must ask, do sirens expire?
Happy 30th, you’ve gone well on your way.
A crownless queen still marked by flowers on Ben Day.
