III.

My best friend

Is a victim

And I

Am no victor

And he

Is no vicar

With the way he takes from her.

I

Wish I could say something

But who am I

To try to take anything from her

When she

is so happy

And he

Is so sure

And I

Am so lost,

Alone,

Left out.

She

Gets a home

A place to stay

Or at least

What she thinks of as one.

And I

Have nothing

For me

For her

For anyone.

Why would I

Take that home from her

When all I want

Is one myself?

Jealousy

Can wait.

She

Is happy.

So I should be

Too.