The love note I never wrote you is not in the third cabinet from the left
in a green glass teacup on a chipped floral saucer.
It took me hours to avoid expressing
How I could not enjoy the things we never did,
The kisses I would not allow you to leave on my neck,
And still longer to recall the tunes I did not hum to myself
As I brushed my teeth while you waited patiently in bed,
Though it only took me three seconds to not say yes and I remember that well.
Your letter is not addressed to Dear John, you will know it
Because it reads "To the one who got away."