April

For as long as I can remember April has always been my favorite month Partly because it's the Beginning of Spring

And something poetic About rain showers and flower blooms

I even said if I got married I'd pick the rainiest day of the year  Which would likely be in April

But ever since our falling out Now my favorite month  Just reminds me of what I've lost

April fills me with regret Of what I could have done Could have said

I could've done better

If you're wondering if I still think of you I promise that I do Every year 

When the weather begins to turn When the clouds are at their heaviest When the dandelions bloom

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