I had to do it

I had to do it,
celebrate a year today;
any day as always,
just today though the pie is rancid and I am not going to eat it.

I wanted to blow a candle for all those I didn't blow.
It was a very busy year,
agreements and disagreements, books, coffee, and movies,
some tears and more coffee.

The lakes and walks in Copenhagen, always Copenhagen.
That's not true, there were also Barcelona, Paris and some more places,
some you and too much of me.

But I wanted to point out the smiles,
sore cheeks that I had,
special moments and encounters,
because of the rest have already been written and said too much.

I had to do it, celebrate one more year,
hugs and plundering of useless things
and vicious circles.

But I had to do it, though the cake is rancid,
and I am not going to eat it.