Each time it feels like new!

If someone has gone through the posts that precede this (I guess you have, they are only a handful) you must have come across the one where I have commented on my poetry skills in every manner possible (in The Poet that Wasn't) .Well, after a long break (this should not invite comments) I have written a small piece. This time trying a completely different genre, so please be soft on the critique.

On the dedication,well, its for you to figure out! (the easiest part of the poem!!!)

In a moment I’m caught

Between words and pictures, lost

A year to this day, each day lived

Not bored or rhythmic

For, each time it feels like new

Each call, every letter from you

I long for that voice

Yet that fortnight seems clear

The first , I recollect, the last year  

For, each time it feels like new

And meetings unplanned, a rush before

Seeking a glimpse, a smile too

A year now, the truth I speak

Each time it seems like heaven

And, each time it feels like new