she's in the bushes

i see you outside
the house, in the bushes.
peeking in, but i
pretend that i don't
see you. i let you do
your secretive thing,
moving from window
to window checking up
on me. your ear to
the wall, to the glass,
the door. it's okay. i've
been there, and know that
jealous feeling. it's not
a good way to live,
but it will pass. you'll
heal and move on and
eventually see the
foolishness of your ways,
meanwhile, i left a plate
of cookies and a glass
of milk out for you on
the back porch when you
make your way around,
over the fence and onto
the deck. shame things
didn't work out between
us. blow on the cookies
first, they're still warm.