Poetry About Jealousy

A third chair appears in my mind though only two of us are seated. One laugh across the room becomes evidence before it becomes sound. Jealousy edits every harmless detail toward the ending it fears. Comparison holds green glass between the eye and ordinary light. I want reassurance, then doubt the very words I requested. Possession imitates love while quietly closing all the windows.

Jealousy edits every harmless detail toward the ending it fears. The feeling is real; the story it tells may still be false. Trust begins where interrogation gives another person room to choose. I ask what old abandonment has entered this new conversation. Self-knowledge cools the impulse before accusation finds a voice. Love breathes better when fear is heard but not obeyed.

A third chair appears in my mind though only two of us are seated. I want reassurance, then doubt the very words I requested. Possession imitates love while quietly closing all the windows. I ask what old abandonment has entered this new conversation. The imagined chair fades, leaving the table as it was. Love breathes better when fear is heard but not obeyed.