Familiar Faces In Unknown Places (Bebop For Jealous Stella) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I am jealous of those that get to come
in contact with your voice,
I can hear the tonality, the perfect resonation
of cheer when you express how you feel towards others.
In a lot of ways it's perfectly clear,
To be honest it hurts like hell.
Remembering the same rush
of emotion when you speak to me,
A lot of the time It's not the same.
I get jealous of those that get to come
in contact with your voice.
For how ever brief the moment,
you reveal all the fun and laughter
of the times we share in private,
Openly and vocally of what I give to you
No matter who is around,
no matter the circumstance.
For how ever brief the moment,
I'd never leave you out in the cold.
Even for a second.
When we are out in the world
I feel like a stranger looking in,
& the walk from where I've come
seems to far to turn back.
In a lot of ways it's perfectly clear,
& to be honest it hurts like hell