Happy Birthday -- to the one -- I know -- as you walk.

Its crazy. That i still have forgiven you. And wish you had been around or that i could have sent you a birthday wish. Never mind...Happy Birthday dear, heres a poem to your name by Herman Hesse.

I know you Walk---

I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes,
While you demand your happiness, that's dead.
I know, you walk beyond me, every night,
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess,
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight---
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all.


~Herman Hesse