our story is finally over.

We met on October ten,
And we knew right then,
We had to see each other again.
Now don’t you remember,
All of November,
We even lasted until December.
But on the fifth,
I realized it was all a myth,
And everything made a shift.
Things were done,
You and I were no longer one,
But still my questioning had begun.
It was rather strange,
But everything made a change,
As homes were to rearrange.
We spoke on January fifteenth,
And out final meet was on the sixteenth.
However our final glances were on the twenty-third,
You did not even utter a word,
It was like your heart had flown away with a bird.
Without a thought or care,
Nor a moment to spare,
You just disappeared in thin air.
Upon January twenty-sixth,
But sadly you were missed.
Then our talks grew further apart,
All hope began its depart,
You still had my heart.
Then, upon June nine,
You were again mine.
You simply could not decline.
With our fate almost cursed,
My feelings dispersed,
On August first.
Despite all my strength,
On August eighth,
You reclaimed my faith.
On August thirteenth,
You were simply too far beneath.
I screamed goodbye,
Without even a whispered cry.