The Month of May
I get nervous once in awhile,
when you come to mind,
I think about how easy your love had been,
yet me, clueless, just holding your hand
unable at the time,
to recognize your gift of simply being.
Then one autumn evening,
I just let you go, I didn’t fight for you,
I didn’t even indicate to you I cared.
I do like to recognize the beauty of who we are today
how you represent the real that graced my heart
when my eyes upon you looked in love,
yet I cannot fathom to stop letting that memory
remain strong in my mind’s fantasy,
for when I do let go, and realize you did walk away,
and it was me that didn’t step in the way,
so very long ago, yes, it was indeed ages ago,
I’m left nervous and lost as I was that autumn evening,
even though we were in the month of May.
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