another year older,

maybe some wiser,

old friends moved on

and new ones obtained.

i've met my matches,

i think.

the friends who support

whenever they can;

the closer ones,

who never let go;

something like a friend

and something like a lover

who crosses the lines

between.

who holds me tight

and whispers,

"happy birthday" -

and maybe,

with their help,

it will be.