I didn’t bring you roses,

The florists had already closed

And chocolates? Well -

I ate them on the way home

There isn’t a candlelit dinner waiting,

Only the glow of the microwave,

Heating up a box of leftovers we half ate from the other day

I’m not serenading you under the moonlight -

It’s hard to sing on key

Especially when you are yelling about the trash bins I refused to empty

I didn’t write you a love letter,

Not even a card you will see

But I did scribble “Buy eggs” on the back of a receipt

So that’s basically poetry

This is love, isn’t it?

I mean - I remembered eventually

So I said Happy Anniversary

Because it’s about forgetting the date,

But never forgetting the memories