Nestling small and alone
pondering intersections
desire and need
envy and jealousy…
Now that last a mystery
reading, hearing that absent it
I cannot really have loved
not truly, as (it seems) fear
insecurity and ownership
are prerequisites for love
Pish I say
I love
I am loved
I share love
even if expression
is sometime distant
delayed indefinitely
or masked by circumstance
Oh envy I understand
perceiving others with
what I need desire and
whether leaving
rueful acceptance
poignant pain
welling tears
all of the above
but not resentment or anger
still pleasure satisfied that
someone at least is fulfilled
that fulfilment is …
leavening my loneliness
[ 16th August 2015, slight edit 18th March 2016 ]