Ancient Thoughts

It seems a cold morning for a June day
I think back to a June a long time ago
But for the life of me can't remember the weather
Even though I recall the words
Written down but never spoken
On a Birthday card to hurt that much more
And tucked neatly in a white envelope
You would think I would remember the weather too
But it's cold today
So I just get a sweater and the thoughts
From so long ago
Go away