Two women—
One happy, one longing;
The object of their desires the same.

One hears words of sweet love
That the other can only imagine hearing.
One with everything, one with nothing;
One with real arms to hold her
And real lips to kiss her;
The other with only a voice over the phone,
Photographs, moving images so far away;
One with real eyes that look upon her lovingly;
The other with eyes full of tears and empty arms.
One with safety and security;
The other starving for the same.
One who takes for granted the things she has,
And one on the other side of the ocean
Who would give the moon and stars to have just one taste.
One woman oblivious of the other,
The other painfully aware
That she is the other…
The one who can never win,
The lesser of two women.

Two women—
One happy, one longing;
The object of their desires the same.
 
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