on my birthday,
i got a long voicemail from a friend.
midnight approached as i lay in my bed listening.
in the message, one thing she said was:
“I’m happy you’re alive…”
to my surprise came unexpected tears.
maybe it was how her voice cracked when she said it,
showing her sincerity
or just that
when someone who knows exactly how
you’ve been to death
acknowledges just how
simply by still being here,
life seems even more