for my friend, a mistress

~
I can’t help this feeling which courses through my veins
Each time I see your face lighting up
As I watch you smile
When you laugh
When you sing, and your voice sounds like the wind floating forward
Carrying sounds of daffodils and knee-high grass.

Then I see her picture smiling down on us
And my happiness subsides
I see how you look upon her countenance
With a tiny smile on your lips
And I remember how, hours from now
You’ll be with her, loving.

Then I have my own empty smile,
My own empty life.
I think again
How sad I am, And then you take me home.
~