She loves her more than me

She loves her more than me

She loves her more than me.
I can read all the signs,
as the leaves in my tea.
She loves her more than me.

I live six hours away,
but this “her” is so close.
It’s not as though I have a say.
And she loves her more than me.

They can take wandering adventures in her car.
While of her macaroni and cheese,
I dream from so far.
Does she love her more than me?

It’s not a promise we made,
or any secret I keep.
It’s not a color that would fade,
If she loves her more than me.

1/8/09
Tatiana Robinson
from They Say Your Tears Are Warm