I am envious
Of the way you captured your lovely butterfly,
How love landed gently,
And stayed.

I envy the ease with which you open your heart,
Unfazed by fear,
Unshaken by doubt
Just love,
Pure and proud.

You move through the world
As if joy is your shadow.
Even your silences feel like songs,
And I find myself humming along.

This envy I carry is golden
Not sharp,
Not cruel,
But warm.
A soft glow cast by the brilliance of your love.

To witness it
Is to believe in it.
And though it’s not mine,
I am grateful to stand
In its light.