NOVEMBER

By Poet Rays

We,
we Met on November,
I still fell for her in November,
She,
I had her in my arms at December,
Four, four is Not my lucky number,
but I remember
how she fell directly for my arms,
We fell across January,
And her Palm on  my palm;
with our figures intertwined,
we Floated to February,
Honestly,
I hoped, we would amount to March,
And April, May turn to June,
You see,
am not a Chemist,
But July came
and Your heart crystallised to ice cold,
while I was Hopeful,
that our Love would be reborn on August,
BUT September Passed me By,
you faded,
And, I
I was Back at November