Envy

By LeaAnne Stoughton

Who do you envy?

The one who must leave?

Turn away from what should never be left,

Consciously facing the road,

Responsible for the weight of miles?

Who do you envy?

The one who must stay?

Anchored, bound,

Crushed by the void that cannot be filled

With busyness or sleep,

Impotent?

You cried as you pulled away.

I cried as I stood in the doorway.