your silence is visible
it stings my ears
assaults my eyes

 

I cant help this feeling
of being left out
childish?
I don't think so
it's like she's crafted
something
that was once mine

 

is she a warmer colour?
is she brighter?
perhaps a deeper
red..

 

I don't feel
that I can accommodate her
I don't really want to
yet you insist

 

am I selfish?
you would answer
yes

 

who was it that wrote
Histories are more full
of examples of the fidelity
of dogs than of friends?

 

Pope I think,
I can't really remember
no matter....

 

but I do know
you think the world of her
when once
you thought the world of me