JUST A JEALOUS GUY

John Grey

The woman is lost.

I imagined against the grain.

Like eyeing her suspiciously.

Figured every motel tryst 

was her and her lover.

When I wasn’t following her,

I tracked her online footprints.

By stalking her guilt,

I waylaid her innocence.

Now I hide in my home.

I open a bottle.

I fall apart like a sandcastle

when the tide rolls in.

What can I say?

She tossed her hair in public.

She smiled at strangers.

And she looked too good in a one-piece.

Even when grocery shopping,

she called attention to herself.

In the end, she said 

she’d had enough

of my jealousy.

Does that mean

she craved someone else’s?

image by  by Jan Arkesteijn (1961) on Wikimedia Commons