Missing You

her eyes were the color of carmel,
except when mad,
then black like night,
catch myself looking into ladies' eyes,
as I walk by,
hoping to see the color of carmel,
but I never do.



Work Week Blues

the bathtub draining slow,
molasses slow,
don't know why she can't just take a shower,
her voice today at full volume,
often wonder where the sound control,
wish a switch existed to turn the volume down,
concentrating on my presentation due in an hour,
I realize too late,
she was talking to me,
as she yells my pet name,
"asshole",
and slams the door,
my work week begins in less than an hour.



Saturdays Suck

when our romance began,
Saturday our favorite day,
a walk, 
and cup of coffee,
in the park,
reading the paper,
leaning together in the grass,
sharing smiles and sections of the paper,
after ten years together,
Saturdays suck,
too tired to walk in the park,
I want to watch sports,
and she to do her crafts,
knowing what the other thinks,
and says,
we stop trying to communicate,
just sit in somber silence,
she with our magazine,
and I the television,
Saturdays suck.