Loving her is difficult.
She married my brother,
has babies and bought a home.
I don't know if I can do that?
Can I make her happy?
She smiles as she walks around the farmers market,
I wonder what shes thinking about.
Is she thinking of my brother?, cooking that meal he loves so much.
When I watch them play,
she cuddles right up to him,
like their love will never end.
She married my brother.
I never see her cry,
she holds everything together as if her life is perfect.
Maybe it is?
Could I have made it perfect?
Loving her is difficult.
She smiles at me but then looks at him.
I cant hold her gaze long enough for her to wonder about us.
She married my brother.
Loving her is difficult.
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