She lost him like the 30th of February Unpredictable like surprises on 14th Unforgettable like the Mardi Gras Unreachable even on a leap year Unfair like this short-dated month.
He lost her like the 30th of February Inexplicable like the missing days Invisible like the last winter winds Intriguing as the first dewdrops of spring Indelible like her name inked on his wrist.
They lost them like the 30th of February Mistreated like the melting snow Misshapen is the love left to grow Misfits of Aquarius and Pisces Misguided by a star-crossed astrology.