Perception

It is of May and there I see a young lady.
Shall I say hello?
Maybe so
since she looked at me.
But I am of December
and expect there be some difference
In how we think.
But I try, she won't cry.
I say hello and find with time
me to her is fine.
However she is May and I am December,
so I sense this moment for me, for her our time together,
for each only to remember.

K.W. Piotter
23 February 2018