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