It's seeing your arm around them.
The caring,
The protection,
The comfort that surrounds the act.
It's watching you offer that to someone
Knowing it won't be me.
That's what kills me.

It's seeing your arms wrapped around them,
Giving your strength
And your warmth
To others.
I see you and them and it slams into me
And I have to look away,
Go away,
Before it hurts too much.

It's seeing you next to them,
Pulling them toward you
And praying that you don't try
To kiss them
In front of me.
That's what makes my eyes start to sting
And my breathing change
As I try not to cry.

It's watching you with them,
Seeing the smiles and laughter
Just looking and seeing how happy you are.
Seeing the comfort and warmth and security.
And I feel like I'm dying.