Missing My Wife

The steel plate is sulking as it is missing a hand on it.

And juice glasses making a silent protest and Tropicana seconds that.

Kwality walls ice cream is longing to melt in our mouths.

The bedroom walls are all ears to hear the sound of our laughter.

The new television is bothering me for a female friend.

And I'm sick of pacifying them.

By separating us, fever gave a real bummer.