My love!
I'm jealous of your past,
of the time
when you lived without me;
of the time
i know nothing about.
I couldn't share your sorrows.
You couldn't tell me about your joy.
You lived. You felt. You loved & hated.
And all that - past by me.
You haven your own past,
& it will never
be mine.
It means
you'll be little unknown to me,
a little bit of the kind
you were not with me.
My love!