
I wish.
I see you
At the other end of this table
Smiling,
Laughing.
With her.
The one we both love.
But I love you, too.
I guess you don’t really understand that.
It tears me apart
To see you so happy with her.
I wish that were me.
But I don’t deserve you.
I wish I did.
This poem is about:
Me
