I became jealous of my friend; He hung around the intersections Just a bit too long.
He used to slump around In the corners of my eyes And I didn’t notice him when he’d frown— We didn’t notice him—until he hung around That intersection for longer than we’d care to think.
I became jealous Because he vanished Right to that street corner When he thought No one would care but the coroner, Right to the asphalt that received him— Soft, As I hoped my own Last moments Would be.
And so, now, I sit at the intersection Chucking rocks with my weepy hand At my grayish concrete reflection Trying to see if he’ll come around again. I’m still And still kind of mad within Because life’s not fair, I’m jealous because he found the answer And left us all to figure it out On shards of glass Pieces of metal and intersections, Which too long He hung about.