I’m not jealous
Much,
Just because they took
Their vacations at the same time
And she ended up
In a magnificence old hotel
Where he might once have stayed,
random thoughts bouncing
around in my empty head,
like ricocheting bullets
against which I have no
bullet-proof vest,
Does he love her enough
To have a weekend affair,
Somehow under his wife’s nose
When he was to scared to have
Her see the two of us talking
From her office window,
Could he risk a night away.
Let alone the whole of
The Fourth of July?
Or is all this something
I’m making p,
Painting pictures of illicit lovemaking
To the backdrop of crashing waves?
Desperate to put my face in his place
As the green eyed monster consumes me
Even if none of it is true
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