Matrimony

132 Months of Marriage
and you remain sort of a mystery
like why you still get worked up
because the clean socks do not match
or there are no towels.
And the earth shakes
while nothing else matters
but that you can't find your papers
or keys, or sunglasses
and you must have them right this moment
and you are somehow convinced
that I am hiding them from you
for my mere amusement.

Yes, you are an enigma,
a puzzle of which I believe is missing a few pieces sometimes
but a riddle nonetheless.