Maybe

At 4am the other night Burt said «my wife was here but she ran away.« I said I love you.

Today I am wondering as he says where’d she go (meaning me, I think) if he misses me the way I miss him.

I tell him I love him often. Often he gives me a message for her (meaning me), and my saying I am your wife, Tamara, makes no difference. The dynamic of my being here and elsewhere makes more sense to him than my mere presence besides him.

In this context, I guess it can also make sense that he misses me. He talks I concur but since I don’t understand, we are not holding conversation.

I miss him. I miss communicating with him. Maybe he misses me, too.