February

February,
your bitter bite offends my soul
cuts me to the bone
how you love to remind me
that I'm still alone
oh, shortest of months
with cruellest temperament
I know that once
your dark days are gone
spring will return
and cast you away
so passion may burn
I will forget you
and your callous days
you will hide until next year
and plot your revenge
when we meet once again
but you won't cross my mind
until then