Lost Last Year

January flew through freshness,
not knowing what time was holding back.
Rolling on a cold dune in February,
desert dreams longed for sunshine.

Realigned with a changed season,
home- memories woven in March.
The fragrance of spring’s pink blooms,
filled in the emptied spaces of April.

In the sweetness of shared mangoes
and handcrafted cakes, in May.
With the older and wiser warm breeze,
rediscovered through the woods in June.

In the lyrics 

of our own summer song in July.
Barefoot dancing 

on cool indoor floors of August.

Our lifelong promise 

of forever, in September.
Along rippled lilac-laced skies,
calming the inner ocean in October.

Collecting the spirit,
with all hopes of healing, in November.
Wishing upon many a falling star,
in a cold-nighted December…

Trying to find the underlying meaning,
amid mysterious clouds, that hid a lie,
slowly dissolved into oblivion,
a lost year gone by.