Why jealousy bubbles up in the heart
however small
when a known somebody
warms up to another?
Is it premonition
of a certain shear?
For, a new bond
will certainly reduce
the force of an existing one.
Must every bond consummate?
No, no!
Only one of a million sperms
will impregnate an egg.
That's the way with the nature;
and that is the story of relations.
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