I begrudge the eyes
That get to meet yours
I am jealous of the pillow
That gets to feel your gentle face
Every morning and every night.
I envy the cigarette
That gets to kiss your soft, pale lips
I covet your warmth.
Why is it that your clothes get to tug your
Coffee-infused, cigar-intoxicating scent?
The whims are driving me insane.
And I wrongfully crave your affection.