February, Not July<\/p>\n
My birthday came and went
\nand I thought of you,
\nyours came and went
\nof course, I thought of you,
\nthink of you every day
\nmissing you, though
\nthe missing feels like less
\nand that feels wrong
\nbut I think you know
\nwhat I mean, especially
\nafter almost four years.<\/p>\n
But let\u2019s go back forty years, I remember how you rolled And I don\u2019t really like red,<\/em> So I summarized it, finally<\/em> I\u2019ll never forget your laughing ~ J R Turek Hour 3<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" February, Not July My birthday came and went and I thought of you, yours came and went of course, I thought of you, think of you every day missing you, though the missing feels like less and that feels wrong but I think you know…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129241","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129241","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129241"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129241\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135163,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129241\/revisions\/135163"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129241"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129241"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129241"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI\u2019m guessing, but it feels right.
\nYour birth stone, February
\namethyst. Mine July, ruby.
\nI say to you, Mikey, you will <\/em>
\nnever need your birth stone,<\/em>
\nnever buy a necklace or earrings<\/em>
\nbecause it represents you and<\/em>
\nyour connection to the month<\/em>
\nyou were born.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nyour eyes in your head, exhaled
\na big brother sigh, wishing this
\nwere over already but you knew
\nhow detailed I can be, definitive,
\nprecise if not concise.<\/p>\n
\ndon\u2019t connect to it other than<\/em>
\nChristmas and St Valentine\u2019s Day <\/em>
\nthough purple hearts are better <\/em>
\nthan red.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nyour eyes said, stopping
\ntheir search for respite.
\nSince you will never need<\/em>
\nyour birth stone, I\u2019m taking it.<\/em>
\nYou can have mine if you want<\/em>
\nbut I\u2019m taking amethyst. You<\/em>
\ncan keep February and snow<\/em>
\nand all that cold blustery frost.<\/em>
\nI\u2019ll keep July, perfect for me, <\/em>
\nsummer everything and now with <\/em>
\npurple. Amethyst I\u2019m taking, ok?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nassent, so glad that it was over,
\nan agreement made that meant
\nnothing to you but even after
\nall these years, means so much
\nto me.<\/p>\n