What Else Is There?

The envy is heavy,
like lead...
or something more, but can't think....
Really?!?!?
I watch those who have found love. . . .

"what did I miss?"

Am I that sad...
or a waste?

Envy is tasteful and rich in my mouth....

I see ya bitch and moan at your lot...
but if you only knew that there are those of us...

Who would die
for
a minute
of
his eyes looking at me with love...

EMPTY

and waiting...

so I move on in the hope..........

what else is there?

And so the sun sets once again
and I survive...
not really wanting too...
Tasting envy
and wishing I was you....