Is he patient with your moods?
Does he understand the difference
between weather and climate;
a weekend of sunshine
does not mean that it is summer.
Does he know how it feels
to be stuck in January for years?
Does he open the curtains
and expect your skin to tan?
Does he kiss between your legs
to pay off his passionless debts,
and does he bring you flowers
for all the times he forgets?
The tulips are vibrant in the vase.
Does anything else you know
contain that much colour and life?