Jealous. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Five days of absence could kill a wide horse.
And me? Poor little creature lover me?
Sitting here waiting here for your shadow
Endorsing your absence, a miss, a fuss, an imprisoning nuisance.
Five days of absence could make jealous a vigorous stud.
And here I am mad not knowing who's addressing you
And your smile radiating illuminating the space
And here I am ruminating my bad thoughts
Getting me mad, sad, bad, a nut, a butt of me and myself.
Five days are enough to finish off my miserable life.
Let it be done then in due form so folks get informed
In due time of my mad, sad, crazy love/crime for you.