bitter fruit

i've chewed

on the bitter fruit

of jealously

before,

swallowed it,

bent over in the street

and let

it go.

it was mostly bottled

up anger,

fear

of being left behind,

of being

alone.

betrayed by someone

close.

and then years go by.

more time.

more water under that

broken

bridge,

but still a tinge of it

holds on.