Friction of a Number

That day,
He cried.
It was the first breath of the oxygen that crept into him.
It was the taste of the real world that shocked him.
It was the truth of facing this transitory state that scared him.
So, he cried, loud, that day.

That day,
She smiled.
It was the day after the nine-months-ten-days of time that relieved her.
It was the sound of his crying that made her forget how hurt it was.
It was the beginning of the new thing that excited her.
So, she smiled, sincere, that day.

November nineteen,
He is wondering why he cried.
November nineteen,
He is wondering what he should do to make her smiling again.
November nineteen,
The number changes once again only now it is slightly different.

Happy Birthday to you, ego.