Seven Months

August,

Here is the start
A friend’s help felt
Happiness in the meeting of eyes
On the 31st

September,

Started with your day
Ceremony of Nightingale
Annoyed with the meaning of names
But forgiveness is the prize

October,

The dream performance
Where no one else watched
You sang for the Virgin
Wished for something that changed your life

November,

Want to know me better
Messages of the nurse
In SSC was memory
On the third was a poem

December,

‘Tis the brightest
Surprise for the first time
Comments, I wouldn’t believe
Conversations on the phone

January,

Still there, still you
Fabricated the perfect poem
In that piece, it was you
Confession was my plan

February,

Plan postponed
Did best as Hans
To wait was next
Some other time

March,

last month
last dance
rain fell
giving up

But the poem remains
More beautiful each day
This bag of memories
Stored in my depths