What I remember is

What I remember is
being cold and hungry,
starved for attention.

She made me remember life
From butterfly kisses
To wishing well wishes
And everything in between.
With her, there were no limits,
No highs and lows
No frozen toes in the winter because
My feet stuck out past the covers.
I loved her with such passion
That it felt like forever.
I mean, I even wrote her letters
That I never, ever sent.
I read them from my window
And she would just pretend,
Even though I was right there,
That she couldn’t hear me.
I just read my letters louder.
I was screaming love from
Across the way, until one day
I was just talking to myself.
     And the thing of it is,
After the butterfly kisses
And wishing well wishes,
Between diamond rings
And things said at night
From one window to another,
I learned that loving her was pain.
So I forgot again.