Today I missed you
and I did not miss you at all.
What is it with you and those
huge flowers
that stand in my way demanding all your attention.
Even after hours
of connubial bliss
I still can't take your eyes back
because they're sewn up
just like the cubs game.
All too soon come the days
of the dead
but for today
we are watching baseball
and Sammy Sousa's up to bat
and I am wondering
if my little finger
fits in the pocket of your sweater, which is red, but
not as red as me
because I am scarlet
and you are a hand
navigating a small desert
wherein lies a tiny cactus
with a soft pink baby flower
on top.