She watched the parade.
Everyday, a new woman draped on his arm.
Each seemingly deeper into the swallow.
They ooze sex,
Painted awards in see-through casings.
She sits alone.
Watching the man she loves
Spend his gifts on another.
Each day, a year passing.
One day he’ll be ready,
But only after wasting the best of himself
On the less of them.
You can only give what you have.
But how she wishes
She could find one who would save the best for her.
Weary of loving the spent remains of another.