Thirteenth Month

I hear his footsteps
And soon I will see
The man who used to love the girl I used to be
Will we enact our final scene tear by tear?
For its the thirteenth month of the year
He’ll stand before me; I’ll send him away
And then too late I’ll know I’ve wanted him to stay
But for a little while at least, he’ll be here
To spend the thirteenth month of the year
The month of remember…