Some special dates are inscribed on my calendar in June

Representing particular moments in time

Each new year they reappear, a construct of their own paradigm

Where once a celebration, embraced their initial record

Years have since advanced in waning recognition

Leaving but a few to recall and acknowledge past commotion

One square stands out to me – summer's first day

It was her special date, and now exclusively mine

Marked with a heart each year, I remember through eyes that shine

This year is no different, save the memories being harder

Summoning all those years from way in the past

But I do remember her first with me, and I'll never forget her last