Constant
After,
12 years,
11 schools
3 universities
2 countries
You are still the constant
In my flavoured vodka toasts.
The only real constant
For a dozen straight years
I have ever known.
Not even family can bear
That epithet.
I can't imagine life,
Without you
And I once said
I'd prefer to 'survive' nuclear war
All alone then not at all.
It makes sense, finally-
You being older
By 10 days.
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