Note to the Wife

Every morning waking up to your smile

Your smell in the pillow next to mine

The generous warmth of your caress

When you are not around all of it seems amiss.

The familiar ring of the goodbye, as I head for work

The smile on my face, whenever thoughts of you lurk.

The fights about me wearing your slippers

Without you, my inability to find the nail clippers

The routine of asking me if I finished my lunch

The times when I lie to you about it, yet you have a hunch.

The thrill of watching television together

And the invariability of the bodily contact, forever.

The tenderness of your lips

The familiarity of my arms around your hips

The same musky smell of your clothes in the wardrobe

Your ticklishness around the earlobe

My occasional tears and the comfort of your embrace

Your admonishments and the naughty-eyed look on my face

My misadventures and yet your unfailing rock-solid faith

Your predictable rigidity, that makes me hold my breath

All of this and so much more, make life worth living

It doesn’t go unnoticed, all this while everything that you have been giving.

Dear wife, come back soon to this home that we’ve made

There’s a lot that still remains unsaid.