I'm not sure why i wrote this, perhaps a sporadic inspiration, perhaps not. Regardless..

any criticism is welcomed, as this would be my first submitted poem

Time had passed, and shall fervently last;
two intimate preludes, to that crossed past.
What fate lies, now in ruinous spite
shall recover from turmoil's sheer plight.

An apology will never be the same,
as an answer to what lies in vain.
It's a start however, a start indeed,
an apology is the beginning, or the end it seems.

Five months it was, those turbulent times.
How we laughed, and we smiled, and then we cried.
But time has passed, and the stars will shine,
as you gaze upon them, one last time.

A goodbye will never be the same,
without saying it with true shame.
What was done, will always pain.
But time, it seems will wither and wane.

I do remember, what was passed.
Take the stars, expansive and vast
and one by one, join up the lines
to seek a future ahead of the times.