Beloved Trespass

I know you are not mine;
and quite possibly, never will be.
So when you are with the one you love,
I truly have no right to such anger.

I also know you have no obligation to give me anything;
quite naturally, I should harbor no expectations of you.
Still... when you don't call me, when you leave my messages unseen or seen but unanswered,
why does my heart sink so terribly, why do I wait and wait for just a little of your attention—
I have no answer or explanation for this.

Why I want to make you understand what I think about you, what I feel for you, I cannot quite grasp.
When I am near you, I truly have not the slightest right to feel you so intimately...
It's not that this simple truth never crosses my mind,
though each time I fail to hold myself back.

You are my most beloved transgression.