To An Old Lover


It seems that you

are still with me.


In the quiet spaces


I dare not dream of you, and yet

you creep within, tenacious.


You look at her with such eye

as once you looked at me –

see something different, please…


…or my heart will shout


though I still my tongue.


She loves you, desperately.


Be joyous; be content, and do not

dream of me.