which oath shall I take, my dear?

I remember the first time you fell asleep while I tried to talk to you
(but first, a quote, [...]):
“I can’t keep my eyes open, and you just want to talk, can’t this wait ’til the morning[...]?”
(no)

as I was saying,
the date was May 31,
(how did it take so long?),
and

I’m sorry.
I had an idea from a poem, but when I saw May 31 and I remembered what your idea of fun was and your hatred for certain things I love,
I wondered how we even got here in the first place.

nobody ever stayed up late for me.

“[...] where bright lights abound and a conquering spirit returns to this hollowed out cavity.”

and happy birthday to my mother.