The second month in the year,
I’ll rejoice in your tears.
They fall like rain and your wails are the thunder.
The sparks of anguish are the lightning.
Dark heart no matter the lighting.
On this day I took something you held dare,
The love and the heart you tried to share.
Life being a roller coaster you never get to steer,
I’ll lead you off this cliff most sincere.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016