Gettin' Poetic

Jealousy Residue

There's jealousy residue
smeared on the walls.
My heart's not quite soaring,
but each time it falls.

Frustrating feelings
have an indefinite lease —
they walked up to the table
to a place, took a seat.

With each ex- that's mentioned,
there's a moment of flare
when in spite of my wants
I can't help but care.

Ask me a question
& the answer'd be slow.
& if I'm being honest,
...Well...

I couldn't say no.

So what happens now,
as we move to an end?
We see who can deal —
with being a friend.