calendar girl

it's a seasonal calendar

from last year,

i find in a drawer,

stuck on january when i got it in

the for christmas

wrapped under the tree,

a gift

from someone i used to know,

and almost loved,

and still

do

but in a vague facebook kind

of way.

i never tacked it to a wall

and turned the page to february,

seeing the snow

laden hills or streets,

nor

the march winds pulling

kites in

a blue struck breeze.

i never made it 

to july, with the fireworks

and flags,

or august with the wide

soft beaches

sunlit and warm. a picture

next of autumn 

and the falling of leaves.

the calendar never made it to

the holidays either,

and neither did we.

that page too

was never turned.