Birthday Letter

On my birthday this year
I wrote myself a letter.
You never gave me a poem, alas—
this small resentment I've kept, stored away.

How grand the dreams I wove,
reaching out to touch the moon in the sky.
Look—even lying on a torn mat,
my longings are vast, immense.

So I've decided: from now on
I'll only watch you from afar.
Learn to live on your own,
let me become unnecessary to you.