Words unspoken lay between us,
An open gulf, yawning abyss.
You sit on the far side, as I remember the words that were.
Then she comes and speaks aloud.
She, wielder of permission to say that which I wish I could.
She, who bridges and crosses, alone.
She makes it easy to be around you,
Jealousy given form, suppressed thought breathed to life.
It's easier to resent when I hear you laugh.
I sit and watch you together,
Allowed only to bask in reflected light,
But casting no light of my own.
It's so easy to resent from a distance.
I don't have to try, and I don't have to risk anything.
And a distant vision of you is better than nothing at all.
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