Perfection

I rediscover your perfection every time you leave – spotless rooms, enough food stored for a few days, everything in its place! If you forget something, you never fail to apologise over the phone for not attending to that. I feel belittled. And as dust settles on everything and the food reduces day by day I realise how incomplete I am without you. Sometimes I wonder if all of it is a sweet ploy to make me feel your absence every lonely moment.