The First Wife

There must be
A thousand different emotions.
Some are named,
Most go unnoticed.

It is not jealousy,
Because I do not want what they have got.
It is not nostalgia,
Because I cannot see myself in their youth and their beauty.
It is not dread,
Because I know that pride must come before fall
If we are to learn how to fly.
But
There's no word to describe
That twinge,
That whisper;
A little shudder,
A tear,
And soft glow...

The joys of being
The first wife.