The month of ardour steadily passed us by
I was with you in low light, it was quiet
"See, my new favourite month is February"
I can still recall you mumbling it softly

Romanticism couldn't come sooner with its glory
Bonbons out in the open air, but we just left them be
Good thing none of our friends could perceive our rascality
My once-in-a-lifetime fairytale was our brief story

You teased me yet you weren't when you anointed me your prince
The snug mornings I partook with you had been the best thing since
My face used to brighten up when I heard your crisp-voiced hellos
Although it ended, I'm glad I got caught in your undertow

We're in the aftermath, and I still scroll through your pages
I love that era of bitter magic and sweet madness
It was the best few fortnights, they felt better than breathing
We've bookmarked the end, but the ink hasn't stopped flowing

Your holographic embrace was once a real excursion
Heaven understands why it met its frontal destruction
A part of me needs us back even if it's half of you
For my eternal vacation, you're the partner I'd choose

Feel free to sign me up again on your escapades
I wanna come with you, we'll set off on a great crusade
"We could be the duo we used to be if you give in"
I'd resume that part of the year we last spent weekends in

© Skipper R.