May(be)

a memory

It was May(be?) the first
glint of your wristwatch
my blouse was a color match
and the way we conversed

It was May(be?) the second
I looked into your eyes
would you have reckoned
I should have been wise

It was May(be...) the third
time my friends heard
how they would love you
if only they met you

It was May(be…) the fourth
the compass showed North
but you started walking backwards
when you said we’d go onwards

It was May(be,) the fifth
angry text you sent me
I’m sorry you have to bear with
the burden that is me

It was May(be,) the sixth
hour I waited for a call
a meetup if I had the gall
a miracle of faith

It was May(.) the seventh
day you left me alone
the wind blows and it’s June
and all that’s left is a myth