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