Jealousy

I told you once, “I’m not jealous” —
words I wanted to believe

But I am more jealous than anyone
Than anyone could ever be

I am jealous of your teacup
Your lips touch it tenderly
over and over

I am jealous of your hairbrush
I want those to be my fingers in your hair

I am jealous of the shirt you’re wearing
wrapped in your warmth all day

I am jealous of the pillow
that you nestle into at night

I’m jealous of your shoes
who walk with you when I can’t

I’m jealous of the stars
guarding your sleep at night

I’m jealous of the sky, the leaves,
the books, the dreams,
of meteors and novelty —
I am jealous of everything that brings you delight

I wish it were me

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