Jealousy stings at the back of my eyes,
Bubbling up and flushing my face.
Tell me you don't touch her like you touch me,
Tell me I am still the one for you.
Tell me those midnight confessions weren't for nought,
Tell me our late night meetings mean just as much to you.
Tell me there is at least a little bit of truth in our jokes of marriage.
Show me your thoughts in your touch,
Or tell me in a whisper.
Whatever you tell me, just tell me soon.
I don't want to lose hope again.