There’s concrete in your eyes.
Your hug was long, loud, dramatic in delivery,
But those eyes are hissing me away.
You are wishing I had never come.
If everything was as it should be I’d have sailed on the boat.
He’d be all yours and I’d be all at sea, unknown, perfectly absent.
You’d be standing here, your arm linked into his arm,
Your laugh curling into the breeze.
I am marked with your perfume as I stand and regard you,
I am hoping for your smile.
You position my new love in a way that suits you best.
The sun should not obscure your view and neither should I.
You stand between he and I and make the divide for the first time.
This is the dance that your feet will follow,
Yet my heart cannot let you cut in.
Your man-boy creation fills your gaze and you are smitten again.
He is so beautiful.
He deserves so much because he is so much.
Your determination unfolds and recharges.
You tell your dreams for his future that they should not scurry away quite so quickly;
That they may not need to tidy up after all.
You wonder if perhaps I am not the obstacle I appear to be.
Perhaps you can get me back on the boat.
I hold my ground, admire another view.
You can cut in today.