My Silence

I wish that I could pretend I am not
jealous when you look at other women –
in picture or in all too real life.
I’ve no right to be a green-eyed lady,
(except that it is my natural color)
no right at all to tell you that I am,
and even less claim to your heart these days.

My silence did not mean that I didn’t care
when you went off with another woman,
spent the night alone in a room with her.
I kept silent over the years, wanting
instead to reassure you of my trust.

Insecurities equal to yours – I
bare them for you to do with as you please.