a whispered celebration on the birthday of my first love

the everything you were to me
has ceased to linger

but the numbers hold in mind
apart from their accompanying qualitative data

so here you are young in that piecemeal frame
I fail to polish but regard before moving ahead

to remember that the law of averages
can be splintered into templates

one can worship until fatigue sets in when words
my father said come back to fit with mindset

I've absorbed from him advising me
that loyalty's prerequisite to reciprocity