It is you I envy.

You,
who holds their hand as you walk
the breakfast isle at the store.

You,
who sees their eyes crinkle up
as they laugh at something they heard
in the next room over.

You,
who walks them to their car
and kisses them goodnight.

You,
who listens to their soft breathing,
as they fall asleep in their arms.

Oh, how I envy you.

m.e.