That Should Be Me

Envious of

the phone that feels the

warmth of your fingers

the seatbelt that holds and

protects you 

the loofah that is more than familiar

 with every inch of your body
the drops of water that
slowly travel down your skin
the gloves that fit perfectly shaped to
your hands
the shaving cream that feels
the stubble of your face
the fruit that touches the
nerves in your delicate lips
the joke that causes the earth's
loveliest sound to escape
the song that your voice
sings beautifully along with
the lyrics that you have memorized
and identify with

the cold breeze that brushes across
your unscarfed neck
the pillow where you rest your
troubled head.
But what I am most envious of
is not just one thing.
It is everything you hold in your heart,
everything that is loved
by you.