The Thirteenth Month
Arthur Hamilton
It's the month of Remember
I hear his footsteps and soon I will see
The man who used to love the girl I used to be
Will we enact our final scene tear by tear?
For it’s the thirteenth month of the year
He'll stand before me, I'll send him away
And then too late I’ll know I wanted him to stay
But for a little while, at least, he'll be here
To spend the thirteenth month of the year
The month of Remember