Romance, According to Calendars
Rule number one: February romances were not built to last.
He knows how to tell you he wants you and
make it sound like the only truth that has ever existed. Sings you
old tunes and slow dances in silent rooms.
But he tells you you're beautiful in stuttered stops
and starts in a tongue forcing words out to make room to
play against your skin.
He's putting on another girl's songs in the car and you
you smile and sing along.
He can kiss you, lights out in deserted auditoriums.
He cannot hold your hand in crowded fluorescent hallways.
Cannot solidify a murky grey commitment that is never there
when you need to lean into it. Does not see you
how you should be seen and for that
just remember darling, February romances were not built to last. Wait for what
Marches onwards. Wait for future Februaries.