Am I Still Late, or Better?

Like I said…

January gave me hope.
February took all my strength.
March was taking what was left of me.
April almost stole my joy.
May reminded me how to live again.
June was never my best friend.

Then came July,
Waiting for me to discover who I am.

I wonder what life will be like in August.
Somehow, I want to know what you’ll look like in September.
Because I’m certain I’ll want to meet you in October.
I hope to learn about your interests in November,
And finally, know what’s on your mind in December.

I’m not sure if we’ll ever make it together,
But one thing I know…

I’ve witnessed every version of you,
One season at a time.