Nearing another end
I still waited
Patiently but in denial
I let myself be distracted
Confused myself more
What am I even longing for
A version of you?
The person you were
The one you would become
You at this moment
See, this is our month
Where our beginnings took place
But the cycle has come to an end now
Don't you think?
All other months are haunted
I don't care, June is ours
I haven't let you meet them properly
That time in January
It wasn't ours, I'm sorry