Unrequited

I wait in the front seat, with my knees tucked under my legs
While you visit our son
I watch you kiss his plump cheeks, make him giggle,
He glows, flushes, fondles every word, every breath,
Your hallowed love.
I am trying to remember…
Did you look at me?
I know you didn’t think to.
I tugged on your pants, too low, so childish,
You need money?
Here’s your foolish money
And I shove it into your pocket.

I have a secret.  Tucked under my knees.
A holy longing, residual virtuousness,
Haunted by woebegone ghosts.
Infinitely, reverently untouched