I am sorry that I do not remember Your favorite book Anymore. (Though you never read much, did you.)
I am sorry that I have forgotten Most of your phone number And all of your garage code, too. Though I think it started with a 4.
I am sorry that I can no longer recollect What you do on a Thursday afternoon Or the silly name you call your grandmother When you speak to her on the phone.
Oh, that's it. Thats what you do on Thursdays.
I am sorry that my mind has prevented me From remembering if you prefer Chocolate or Vanilla. Hey - you always did the baking, anyways.
But, to be quite honest, I am more sorry for remembering.
I am sorry that I remember The innocent, hopeful, wide-eyed smile you gave me On our very first night.
I am sorry that I have not forgotten When you lifted me onto your washing machine Looked into my eyes, And declared that you had never been so Insanely, Madly, Passionately in love before.
I am sorry that I can still recollect What you do almost every other night of the week. Even Tuesdays. Your "busy day."
I am sorry that my mind has just not allowed me To be able to forget you.