someone's birthday

I think about sending
her a birthday card.
seeing a nice one on the rack
at trader joe's.
flowers, birds, a blue horse,
but then think, why.
she ghosted me.
why should I send her
butt a
birthday card.
she didn't even have the decency
to have a final
blow out fight
to end things.
she just did the poof thing.
gone.
no text, no phone call,
no email, snail mail,
no letter written
in the sky
when she rides by on her
smoky broom.
I by the card anyway.
it must be someone's
birthday that I know.