Jealousy is a strange demon.
I go through my girlfriends pics and I find exactly what anyone would expect to find.
Memories.
How can I ever be jealous of a memory?
I mean she had a life before me
I wish she didn't.
It would be nice if everything disappeared.
He's specter that won't go away.
She holds him in my minds eye
closer than she wants
but further than I believe.
There is nothing I can do.
I can't mention it to her because its irrational
and built on jealousy;
which has no place in what her and I are building.
The days ahead are going to be harder
than the ones that have past.
Joy may be the outcome
or devastating sorrow.
As for me on this night of sleeplessness.
I post to Facebook
looking for solace in words.
I love her,
she loves me
Our future together is bright.
She is driven and intelligent.
How he let her go
I will never know,
but the fact remains
that I am here
and he is not.