A Year Without You
January's melancholy afterglow showen light on how you had to leave.
February chill cut me quick, ripping me open like fresh tilled ground.
March passed like a fog, making me think I had to be dreaming.
April made me feel the fool wishing I could use her showers so I could gather Mays flowers and give them all to you, but I know it would be a fruitless gesture.
June started my bummer summer, something in me begged for change.
July brought those deep ocean blues, washing over me in waves of losing you all over again.
Augusts spun me like a carnival ride, your sweet scent faded but the memories I loved of you stuck like gum on the bottom of my shoe.
September took me back to our school hall convos making me miss the sound of your voice, everything else sounds static in comparison.
October brought the fear that I will die alone because I don't think I will find another like you.
November made me thankful for the brief time we had, something I wouldn't trade for the world.
December's cheer still feels heavy on my heart as the cold reminded me of how you used to hold my hand.
But I've been thinking as the new year rolls around;
I've seen you grow and I have too,
so maybe there could be a second chance for me and you.