Autumn
I see her
doe-eyed and dewy-faced
hair like June sunshine
a smile like November roses
preparing the lilac lips
watching for the spark
I see you see her
and the jealousy socks me in the chest
pummels me with sneers and comments--
“Are you stupid? blind?
Don’t you see it?”
I can’t blame you for loving her,
but still I think, If only...
-MWE
23 March 2000
