February '20

I

You were icy cold, and yes, so quiet!

Unlike your brother January;

So much so that it felt eerie.

II

You arrived without any notice,

No postcards, no warnings, and no RSVP.

A stealthy perpetrator,

And most of us? Your unsuspecting victims turned survivors!

III

You let us believe,

And, hold onto the normality we were used to-for a little longer.

Long before we knew, you'd snuck in a lethal weapon

And left us to sort out, 

what exactly this normal we were so obsessed with was?