Anemia

He is sitting on the edge of my bathtub, watching me as I get ready for work. "I love the sight of my woman in a dress", he says. I meet his eyes in my vanity mirror above the fire engine red lips I have just painted . "You should try finding yourself one of those", I mock. His large body recoils back from the sharp words and he falls back into my tub, floundering. "Owww, cut me bad, mean old woman, why must you be so cruel ? I am bleeding out here." I bend over for a towel from the floor and toss him a life line. "Don't leave a ring", I taunt as I turn to walk away. 'I'm missing you already", he says quietly as I slide my heels on at the door. I hesitate but do not turn back. I am not always with him, but he is with me. If he only knew.