Love Affair Valentine (for D.)

If a man sneezes seven times
In the middle of the night
In his own backyard
Does it make a sound
Even if no one hears it
It's become a kind of ritual
With him to go out and stare
At the stars his first response
Looking up is to sneeze
And wipe his eyes
He feels he owes the cosmos
At least ten minutes of his time
To call out you bitch
And turn and go back to bed