He's Angry At Her

There is a sort of bitterness
One I don't tend to feel and yet
So recognizable in the faces
of others. Such as your own
Right about now.

But it's not at me, no
I don't make you angry.
It was Her.

She's your life and your dream and
Your overall desire.
And I don't think I could mean that much
To you, ever.
She is your love,
And you wouldn't hesitate to leave me
For Her.

I know this because you told me
You asked me to wait for you
Until you're done with Her. I don't know
How long She will stay between us.
A few months, perhaps; that isn't fair
Because then after a few months with me
She'll be back. I know it.

And you and Her will be off to Utah
To start a new life, a happier one
Away from this town you hate.
You say you'll miss me, but you still
Have Her.

I would never
Could never
Come between you and Her, though.
You love Her, love snowboarding,
And if I really truly like you as
I believe I do
I'll let you go.
With the one thing you love to hate
But love, really adore, all the same.