The Calendar

A circumstance more unfavorable Than your dreary reminder To change the calendar you gifted With the little pretending cheer Is rare

Truthfully, I almost changed it a day early at first Wishes only act on the later Though I still do wish I did The sentiment ignites me As much as time on a grid can

By May, something should have sung me Spring melodies Or our sunrise duet of reminder Only somehow I was aware already Endless as you bloomed my wonder The second tallest tree is patient to be closer To you as I was As I can ever be

I would have decided someday I don’t deserve the spot Closest to the sky I tell myself

By September, I knew

The room hates being lived in But the calendar jumps off the wall now All I have to remember you by If only for four cold months
For now I change the calendar Pretending you see me Counting the days until I see you again

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