The Way He Loves You Makes Me Jealous

The Phone Rings,
You Smile,
That’s how I know its him.
Its almost as if,
Apple designed your phone,
To ring EXTRA hard,
Just to warn my heart,
To force my head,
To turn away.
It’s a shame I never do.
Not in time at least.
I always see,
That cheerful glee,
Sparkling in your blue/gray eyes.
Your voice raises,
At least an octave,
As soon as you say “hello.”
I don’t know what he says back to you,
That makes you giggle so happily,
I force myself to smile,
I immediately stand up,
Somewhere, I am sure,
There is a dish that needs to be done,
A sidewalk that needs sweeping,
Clothes that need to be laundered.
I busy myself,
However possible,
To avoid unintentional eavesdropping.
I wish I could say,
That I was jealous of him.
But, I can’t.
Reasonably,
I should surmise,
That I should be jealous,
That it’s not me,
Who evokes such happiness,
In you.
But, I don’t.
The truth of the matter,
Sincerely,
Is that I am jealous,
Of the way he loves you.
A way I have never,
Loved anyone.
Truth is,
How he makes you feel,
Makes me happy.
I hope I love,
One day,
The way he loves you.