counting the days:
when i was younger than my oldest days,
i would trace my toes
in your gravel, dirt path
and count the tire tracks
that the wind had etched.
and when i was the oldest i had ever been,
i would blink at the hum of the stars
and pretend i owned your dog
because you loved her
and the way her tail never tired.
and when i couldn't get any younger,
i would secretly misplace my shoes
and hug your little brother
until i forgot what date
my birthday was supposed to be.
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