I know jealousy.
I have met her
long ago,
in the guise of Death.

she climbed all over,
clawed at my heart
and ate my brain
for breakfast.

I travelled far;
carried her across,
and returned
with her on my shoulder.

I let her roam,
I let her win.
I savoured the bitterness
she left behind.

She’s come and gone
several times hence;
but we’ve never
become friends.

At the corner yonder
I’ve encountered her again.
She’s climbed on
for another ride…