February morn
the groundhog sees his shadow
more winter to come

flipping over rocks
happily swimming around
my little goldfish

January first
sun peeks over snow-capped trees
dawn of a new year

blistering days drag
on forever, still I'm found
clinging to August

it's just when I thought
all hope was lost, did my past
and future arrive

i'm not sure you know
that everybody hates you
i can tell you this
it's certainly no secret
we wish you'd just done it then

never knew it would
hurt as much as when she said
that she missed him too