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