Months

I'm trying
to get to the heart of this
back to the start of this

the years they complicate this
everything I once thought is
feeling so senseless

January
was the best days we ever had
february
full of hearts and our feet in the sand
March
is when you fell away from me
and April
is when I cried

there are things broken now
and I'm still wondering
caught between why and how

everything I see
doesnt look the same to me
and the leaves fall from the tree

January
the best days we had
February
full of  flowers and holding hands
March
is when you threw me away
and April
is when I cried