We met.
Casual greetings;
     we shared music once.
That was July.

You sickened.
An deep infection;
     weeks spent in the hospital.
That was August.

We talked.
Brief conversations;
     why did I get the jitters?
That was October.

You asked.
Homemade macaroni and a concert;
     I said yes.
That was November.

You called.
Emergency hospital visit;
     eleven hours holding your hand.
That was December.

I left.
Distant education;
     distant tears.
That was January.

We phoned.
Bonding over the miles;
     A tenuous love.
That was February.

We talked.
Nervous questions;
     the ‘M’ word?
That was March.

I visited.
So awkward;
     suddenly too close.
That was April.

You confessed.
“There’s someone new.”
      I wept.
That was May.

We chatted.
Long discussions about weather;
     a cold snap.
That was June.

You whispered.
“I don’t deserve to be happy.”
     “I never stopped loving you.”
That was July.

“I never stopped loving you....”