Verse 1 I learned your schedule without meaning to— Just the shape of it in the air: A Friday here, a dinner there, Then four long weeks of “nothing to declare.” Rich would take you out like punctuation, A small neat dot at month’s end— And I’d watch the calendar breathe in, Then hold its breath again. Pre-Chorus No anger in me, no ugly thoughts, Just a question I couldn’t outrun: How can something feel so close to starting And still move… once a month? Chorus Once a month—like a slow dance In a room that’s gone cold, Turning pages like waiting rooms, Watching hours unfold. I wasn’t jealous, I was learning How to hope without a sound— Standing in the background While your heart kept going Once a month. Verse 2 Ward nights came with hot cocoa and laughter, Folding chairs and little talks, And sometimes you’d be standing near me Like we shared the same sidewalk. We’d smile like it didn’t matter, Like my pulse wasn’t out of line, And I’d take the smallest moments And store them up like signs. Pre-Chorus 2 I didn’t cross any boundaries, Didn’t make it hard for you, I just kept showing up and listening To the things your eyes would do. Chorus Once a month—like a slow dance In a room that’s gone cold, Turning pages like waiting rooms, Watching hours unfold. I wasn’t jealous, I was learning How to hope without a sound— Standing in the background While your heart kept going Once a month. Bridge Winter taught me patient language— Breath you can’t even see, A quiet kind of courage Living underneath “maybe.” And sometimes I’d hear the voice inside me Say, “Devin, let it go…” But something deeper answered softly, “Not yet… just move slow.” Bridge 2 Because love isn’t always fireworks— Sometimes it’s a porch light on, Sometimes it’s staying tender When the easy thing is gone. Final Chorus Once a month—like a slow dance ’Til the music changed its mind, ’Til the waiting room called my name And the door unlocked in time. I wasn’t jealous, I was learning How to stand my faithful ground— ’Cause the story wasn’t over… It was only moving Once a month. Outro Turning pages… holding hope… Once a month.
