The Return of Underwear

I walk in the door, half undo my tie and pull the loosened

knot over my head.
I throw it on the table, think maybe I'll cook dinner,
go for bike ride,
go photograph,

i wonder if there are any good art shows open,

what should i do this weekend?

Coming home to an empty house, with her out of town,

my mind wanders.
I go to the kitchen to get a glass of water
and when I return
my breath stops for a moment because
I mistake my tie for
her black underwear

thrown haphazardly on the table in the living room.

I imagine the lace and the intent.

Yes, I love her. Miss her voice

and her company

like

going to the movies alone.

but, I miss her underwear too.