Over You

Ask me in December

if I'm over you;

ask me in December

if I forgot the things you do.

November will be early, love -

By then it won't be true.

In November I anticipate

being nearly over you.

October will bring distraction

an unwelcome autumn flu;

Halloween will make me smile

but at night I'll think of you.

September will come offer me

a little lingering sun; your

smile will haunt me still,

but I'll take its light in lieu.

August is a no-hoper;

I'll remember everything gone through.

My hand will still feel empty;

I won't be close to over you.

In my favourite month, July,

my favourite man will still be you

and if I still cry on thinking, well -

there are some tears still due.

June will give me nothing,

except bitterness and rue -

I will want you, darling,

but I'll hate the things you do.

May will pass like April has

in sobs and rain and blue.

If I had to guess, I'd say -

In December, I'll be over you.

This poem was written for Babs Iverson's unofficial challenge. Thank you Babs, this was an amazing prompt! Find out about it here: https://vocal.media/writers/ask-me-in-december