that which you are

that which you are,
now,
is with him,
and i,
i seethe,
in silence,
i turn green,
and yellow,
i pine
for lost leaves of summer,
now brown,
crunching underfoot,
for lost sunsets,
now that only starless nights remain;
for written verses
never sung to you,
whose music you were;
for melodies unheard
we could have sung together;
for love;
for us;
no longer,
no more,
and thus,
for lost leaves of summer,
i pine,
in shades of yellow,
and swirls of gray,
in silence,
i seethe,
afar,
now that you’re with him,
that which you are.

—-

written after learning she had accepted the suit of a rival….

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