His Angel Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

I see the one he loves
Across the foyer;
His angel.
And I think:
'How can I compete? '
The graceful wings with
Precisely glossed feathers
Can almost be glanced upon.
And civility becomes of me,
And I say,
'Hello, nice to meet you.
I've heard a lot about you
From him.'
And so on.
Frustration is benevolent,
And comes in small doses.
She doesn't love him,
He loves her,
And I love him.
But I'm just a close friend.
A sister, he said.
If he were to get married,
I would be the Maid of Honor,
He said.
But I would rather be the bride,
The first place prize,
Than be the best friend.
And it hurts
When he tries to find
Another to care for him, and love him,
When he's got one,
Right here.
And I'm overlooked
Once again.