Coma Dream

She came, saw and walked away

It was the month of May

Flowers Bloomed, Summer doomed

I wait standing there for one glimpse,
It was the month of August
Not sure if it was love or lust

She came smiled and waved her hand
It was the month of November
My mind went into a state of slumber

Next I know, am on the hospital bed
It was the month of May
I am out of coma ,  is what I heard.