This is your month my dear
In May how strange it is
The memories are so clear
Even now I find
In this oh so distant year
It seems you still are here
Perhaps it’s just
That this is your month my dear
It is your turn this time
To give a lovely melody
To these simple words of rhyme
To be to me a symphony
As lemon is to lime
A pairing so sublime
Perhaps it’s just
That it is your turn this time
Is it true that you cannot let it go
That to grasp the past
Is the way to make it flow?
To speak of secrets
Only you and I may know
That makes each moment slow
Perhaps it’s just
That you cannot let it go
This is your month I see
A month so long ago
When all this came to be
As songs you sing with bitter melody
Of how this led to me
And how we’re never free
Perhaps it’s just
That this is your month I see
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
That’s a catchy little 1-2-3/4-5 sequence you’ve given in this poem Helen 🙂
I like it 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Another great write my Sis xxxx
Thank you! huggss.. xxx 🙂
Love the flow its a delight to read!
Thanks so much!! 🙂
As always….perfection! Loved it!!
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂
yes – melody will suit your words and rhythm wonderfully –
Thank you, there was a kind of melody in my head as I wrote it – unfortunately I can’t write music so it stayed in my head!! 🙂 🙂
One of my favorites from you.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
may
does have a strange
bitter
confusing
taste
Yes, it does – for me in relation to someone I once knew, for others no doubt other memories linger. 🙂 🙂