The Last Birthday Sonnet and Ending is All Everything Ever Does

The Last Birthday Sonnet

Happy Birthday

Enjoy the spoils of this day

I am not there, which is fitting

All the platitudes that celebrate age

I will say

For I have no gift or anything else more to pay

I cannot do anything special or riveting 

This is our last page

A tragedy of tragedies 

All of our insecurities and fallacies

Have devoured the entire book whole

The stories that have yet to be written, fold

This is your day my true love, let your sorrow waiver

May your birthdays without me be greater

Ending is All Everything Ever Does

Later, goodbye, adiós, and ciao

Inventive and glorious death

Zipping through life we know

Endings will be written 

There was a beginning, we know that

That is what has to happen

Everything must begin so it can end, even us

Can you not see?

All that we know

Survives in love's fearful ignorance

This is not troubling

Everything must end I accept that

Love will end 

Love must end

And that is why heart's covet love's caress

No one really wants love's ruin

Or wants it to fade or perish

Surely, it must die when we do

My love has not died

It did not fade or perish

Alive we are

Meticulously abating our demise

Our love's ending

Ridiculously trying to avoid what seems inevitable