NEXT TO ME

I lost my lover to the flowing river
the waters kissed him better than my dried lips
And its banks fuller than my shy hips
Its rage nothing I could compete with.

I lost my lover to the busy streets
The crowd crawled onto him like a piece of meat
Its dangers becking from his very feet
Devouring foods from every niche

I lost my lover to the fleeting rain
it struck him hard and he loved the pain
Had him cold with a little rail
So I watched him soak from the window pane

I lost my lover too many a nights
Stayed up late for the stupid fights
Burned myself with the brewing heat
But at least he lay next to me.