i'm jealous of
the wind
because it doesn't know
how lucky it is
that it gets to run through your hair
the way my fingers used to.

i'm jealous of
the moon
because it doesn't know
how lucky it is
that it gets to watch as you
softly slip into shallow slumbers
the way i used to as i laid in your arms.

i'm jealous of
the stars
because they don't know
how lucky they are
that they get to be gazed at by you
and your bright hazel eyes full of awe
the way i used to be by you
every time you walked towards me.

i'm jealous of
the sun
because it doesn't know
how lucky it is
to get to kiss your summer skin
beneath it's warmth
the way i used to when i was still yours & you mine.

i'm jealous of
every bottle of wine
that reaches your lips
because they don't know
how lucky they are
that they get to be pressed gently against
yours that make that sincere smile
and words sweeter than honey,
the way mine used to
over & over & over
because we could never have just one.

i'm jealous of
the grass
because it doesn't know
how lucky it is
to get to graze you softly
as you walk by
the way i used to when we barely knew
each other...
before we knew we were meant to . . .