​Catching up

Remember?

When we caught up,

In August Rain,

Hiding the tears of July,

From the woes of June,

That stemmed from May,

Planted in April,

From your lover in March,

With the help of the man she met February,

Even when you celebrated another year in January,

Ah, what a shame,

I suppose in September you’ll recover,

By October you’ll be good as new,

By November your Wisteria will have withered,

By December all that you’ve shared will remain buried in the snow,

Not like it matters,

My love for you will remain unrecognized,

Completely unknown,

I can’t wait to catch up