A part of you,
Away from me.
A memory that I can't see.
As time was spent with other love,
Before our time to be.
This feeling heavy,
My heart subdued.
Knowing you smiled,
To another view.
Another face, another place,
Before our time to be.
Your picture albums?
My jealousy, gushing.
Your memories must come back, rushing.
Of a place, of that face,
Before our time to be.
But who I am to be so petty.
Jealous of time, forgetting.
I can't alter places.
Or the faces.
Of those you use to see.
I'll learn to let it be.