Friday, September 4, 2009
GREEN EYED MONSTER
My green-eyed monster emerges, venomous,
bristling with bitterness, quivering in melancholy,
When, in my dark dreams, two lovers embrace,
hold hands, or simply smile their secret smile.
Old or young, they, it matters not.
I envy and I weep, understanding.
There are no tomorrows for us,
only yesterdays, our own sweet yesterdays,
when so many suns dawned on so many adventures.
Yet, never, never, never was it enough.