It was the month
When we both had suffered losses
And we both covered up the fact
That we were blaming ourselves
By blaming each other
For our personal problems
And we both forgot the time
I tried to bake you a cake
But you weren’t a fan of strawberry
But you took the entire thing home
And praised my presentation
And we both forgot the time
That you snuck up behind me
And I nearly decked you
Before I recognized your voice
And neither of us wanted to hold on
Because the easiest thing to do
In times of loss and desperation
Is to let go