A Solstice

This late February seems like a solstice

Things are out and about and here we go again

You've been good, but I've not been so well

You say “Hi” and I say “why?”

You turn the page and you know how

This is illogical but I cannot stop you

This late February, the sun feels so good

But I am still awake among the blurry memories

Which I've been trying to forget but I bet it’s too late.