Jealousies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jealousy, Edvard Munch, Munch Museum, 1907 (?)

 

 

The lines on my face

 

leave a trace

 

of a place

 

or three or four or more

 

 

beachheads abandoned   

 

histories deserted

 

legacies lost

 

futures forsaken  

 

 

She was afraid

 

of a past seemingly

 

without boundaries or signposts

 

rules or constraints

 

 

If I could not understand this

 

how could she

 

and how could then we

 

move forward

 

 

She was jealous of my past

 

I was covetous of her future

 

dreading that it would come

 

too much to resemble what once was mine.

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