I do not remember, I do not forget.

I do not remember the promises you made
Or the three carat engagement ring you spent your twelve years' savings on
I do not remember the wedding wows or
the honeymoon sunset cruise
I do not remember our first house with the patio
the breathtaking view of the lake or the boat you got me for my birthday
I do not remember the model of our convertible or the James Beard dinner on our fifth anniversary
I do not remember the orchids you flew in from Venice
or that one time when we spontaneously hopped on a private jet to the islands.
But...
I do not forget that when the pasta I made had no salt
you ate with a smile and licked the bowl clean
I do not forget that when I twisted my ankle walking in stilettos
you promptly sat down on the floor
in your Tux and rubbed it till it hurt no more
I do not forget when I had four AM flights, you stayed up those nights
just to hold me one more time
just to smile me goodbyes
I do not forget when I kept rubbing my eyes that November
you tied up my fingers, we laughed till forever.
I do not forget when I saw my first gray hair
such a hue and cry I raised
and you shared in my mock despair
I do not forget when it was cold, when it was snowing
you agreed in my delusion that my summer plants were growing
I do not forget when they came down and took me
when they said in this cell there was a strict no visitors policy
you still came everyday and stood by the tall iron gates
I do not forget how you always stayed.
I do not forget how you always stayed.

Butter & a Revolving Door

I do not miss you like the ocean waves crashing on the sands
or the pied cuckoo that longs for the rain
I do not miss you like snow-less mountain peaks in winter
Or like music and lyrics,
or like poppies and pain
I do not miss you like a loveless marriage
Or a funeral home's silence and lack of compassion.
Like fresh dew drops on green grass
like sprightly daisies in a field of dandelions
like red roses and baby's breath
like bluebells and peonies
like the weary desert traveler in search of oases
I do not miss you like blue empty vases.
Or unknown cities of unknown trespasses.
I do not miss you like the Fifth symphony and the piano
Or broken guitar strings from summers long ago
I miss you like yellow
like water bottles
I miss you like revolving doors
And like butter on waffles. 

For what is love that hath no eyes

For what is love that hath no eyes
that hath not met, that deals in lies
Ye love that for convenience sake
thrives in lonely hours, on a secret lake

It hath no limbs, it hath no sight
Wist we all that love is blind! but this?
This has no eyes, this doth not see
And thus lives on, in monopoly

Thy voice so sweet upon me fell
For thee, I sin; For thee, I'd take hell
Thy voice that sounds like heaven bells
Avaunt! Wise men rue, what a dreadful knell

Love that claims of longest kisses
No lips have met, nor tongues intertwined
Many a heaving bosoms, forlorn and turned
Ah! But a hundred nights the sighs have chimed

And yet one more time the night crawls in
And yet one more time on our beds we lain
Our hollow shadows on the wall
Ah! Such disdain. Ah! Such disdain

For what is love that can not touch
Nor fill my mouth with a burning kiss
Sets my heart ablaze with passion doth
And in one swift strike, unwraps my soul aloft my heels