I Miss February || POEM

I Miss February

I miss February when things were sweet.

I miss February when I didn't cry myself to sleep.

I miss February when it was Valentine's.

You got me a baseball, something else, and then a DSi.

I miss February when I would hear your voice laughing.

I miss February knowing that you were smiling. 

I can't look back at our messages from then, or else I'll end up crying.

You were so gentle. 

If I talk to the current you, I'll ask "Do you hate me?"

Then I'll feel like dying.

Us, in February, were so extremely sweet.

I liked warming up next to you when I had a cold body.

I miss February when we would fantasize about future journeys. 

I miss February when I was the only thing you were yearning.

I miss February knowing you loved me.

But now, in May, I feel like nothing.