Longing.

There’s something in the way

that she holds your hands,

how you hold hers,

that grips at my chest

and wrings something raw

out of me.

Something in me  unravels,

I unfold like a tattered love letter

never read.

I watch from a distance,

unknown and unworthy,

at the bittersweet happiness

between the two of you

while I quietly tend to a heartbreak

of my own making,

and mourning a life

that I never even had.