I am jealous

 To The Lady on the Train,

I am jealous of the darkness when you turn out the light. 

I am jealous of the moon light that shines through your window. 

I am jealous of the pillow where you rest your head. 

And I am jealous of the moon beam that steals in through your window. 

I am jealous of the sun as she watches you wake. 

I am jealous of the sheets that hold your warmth even after you rise. 

I am jealous of the breeze that caresses the small hairs at the back of your neck. 

The Man in the Station