On a cold December's breath we parted ways, When frost adorned the solemn, silent days. New Year's Eve, with pen in hand, I wrote, Words adrift in time, on dreams to float. Now among our friends you find your way, Bearing tidings on my birth's sweet day. A message lights the screen, a gentle gleam, “Happy Birthday, dear,” your words redeem. Hope flutters in the lines, as Tuesday nears, A hug awaited, to conquer bygone years. Dear Gia, let warmth in this reunion blend, For hearts, once distant, in embrace shall mend.