It has not been too long, years

since I was overwhelmed with jealousy

I thought I had it buried

where all desires go to die.

Who is able to love quietly,

silent hands and peacefully,

without been wrapped in stealth

helpless to sleep, or at least, rest?

I Silently yell those questions

that not even the echo wants to hear;

maybe you want to listen to

or maybe they get lost among the stars.

As I don’t receive an answer

or know of your whereabouts,

my soul departs willing

to look for you in the estuaries,

prairies, woods, wherever.

Not knowing what you do

gives me this mild grief

trapping me in that insomnia

where I can’t control my jealousy