I worship you, follow you like a puppy, eager to please and hoping for a kind word. I watch the sun glint off your earring and your hair, the same, glittering gold, as you kiss her on the balcony. I watch, and the tears slide off my face and pool in my hand. But you never see, never have seen, never will turn around and see me there, behind you. I know it could never work, and yet every time you call, my knees go weak as the silence stretches, threatening to snap. It could never work, and yet I sill follow you. I pray that she can make you happy, that she will not tire of you. I wish you a happy life, but know that I will always be here- only a footstep behind.


Anonymous
08:15:00 PM