A Sunday Jealousy

Sunday afternoon, sunny but cool
Perhaps the last vestiges of summer
And there you were basking on the lawn
Warming yourself, stealing a little sun
Bracing yourself with the help of a sweatshirt
Not wanting to give in to a soft cool breeze
And not wanting to waste a single ray
Of a fleeting sun that would soon disappear
To the cold winds and snows of winter
And there I stood not too far distant
Watching you bask there on the lawn
As you loved every ray of the dying sun
Unaware that I was close by watching
Full of envy of the rays of a dying sun
And fearful that you love those rays
More than you have ever loved me