March

3/25/17

Don't cry for March. We met in the winter and the romance was a godsend. I never thought I'd live this long to meet her. Now I think I won't live long enough to be tired of her.

No, don't cry for March. When we met she had all the Wonder of a 1 year old. And now at 25 she seems to have the wisdom of the ages.

I won't cry for March. The time we spent together feels like barely a month, but I feel like I've seen her face my whole life. I can't think of a year of my life where I don't remember her being there.

She laughed till she cried, March. All the times we had were not always good. The money we spent, not always well. But we spent it and we had them, good times and bad.

They cried when they told me about March. It seems they don't think she'll make it past 31. With only six left to show her, to be with her. It's not enough. Some say there are more like her. Every year I hear someone talk about one like her. But this one was mine, my March.

So no, don't cry for March. I have to go now April's going to help me through this.

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"Whenever I say your name"~ Sting