That September Night

That September
night.

 

I didn't know my life would change.
I went out to have fun. I didn't think I'd meet someone who'd define my year.

 

That October
day.

 

Your other world came crashing down.
From two houses to one, I was the place you now had to seek refuge.

 

That November 
night.

 

We sit together at the party.
Wrapped in each other's arms, I see no one else but you.

 

That December
morning.

 

I didn't realize how hard it would be.
Apart for the first time, my heart aches in a way unfamiliar. 

 

That March
day.

 

It is my birthday.
You tell me how much you love me. I tell you right back.
 

That May
afternoon.

 

I meet your family for the first time.
With each warm hug, I wonder why your embraces don't feel the same.
 

 

That July
afternoon.

 

I lie in my bed next to you.
I don't know if this is love. I don't know if we're supposed to be like this.

 

This August
morning.

 

Almost a year later,
I don't know if my life had changed.

This poem is about: 
Me

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