The Others

Your kind words torture my heart
you look at me
thinking I don't see.
But I see your look
I ignore
because you have another.
 
You may not care,
obviously don't
you think
you make a show when you
lift all those pans above my head.
But I must ignore you
because you have another.
 
You laugh with me
and listen.
Not a lot of your kind
talk with me.
But this is not to be;
you have another.
 
I may have liked you a little but
that was before
I knew
you now have two others.