Its All Coming Back To Me Now by James Williams & AJDehany

january is hard words spoken by the kitchen stove
and the memories forgotten and the fabric that they wove

february reproaches me with all the pretty things that i can't be

march becomes a bird thats flying back over the sea
and the clouds on the horizon softly fade back into me

april is the veil that when i raise it from my eyes i start to cry

may is happy places that we went to secretly
with a bundled up old blanket that we laid down on the tree

and june is all my love that when i gave i thought i'd never see again

did it ever happen?

but it's all coming back to me now

july is never ending for a day and then it's gone
and we burn and rave and ramble in the warmly setting sun

and half way through the year i have no thought for what i'll never see again

in august there's some old boots in the back seat of a car
and the view through broken windows of a temporary star
that is here for just an evening then returns into the ether and the darkness

did it ever happen?
but it's all coming back to me now

september i'm a penny thrown into a wishing well

october finds the fragments of a blanket where they fell

november and december slip away into the years
and i wonder

did it ever happen?
but it's all coming back to me now