Another MoreWriting prompt to blame for this piece of pure fabrication: my take on how it feels to envy someone.

Envy

I envy every breath she takes
Every moment she’s with you
I wish things had worked out better
In our shared life, for us two

I wish I’d been as slim as her
My hair long enough to plait
Maybe if I had been her age
You would not have tipped your hat

Your steady gaze would have remained
Where it had always been set
On our future, for so long planned
As a couple still, and yet …

You are now resting in her arms
I lie in our bed alone
I could wish you happiness, but
I’d rather you turned to stone

If I could, I would choose granite
To make your steely eyes shine
Like sparkling gems set in fine bone
Treasure that I thought was mine