The first woman
POETRY
Dani Fielder
3/31/20261 min read
I was looking on my feed
the other day, and I saw something.
It was the man I thought I loved,
but with his daughter
and his ex wife.
His ex wife is so pretty,
and they looked so happy.
I was so happy for them,
but a little, selfish part of me
wished they weren't so happy.
How could I live up to this woman
that at one time he thought
he'd spend forever with?
I wasn't the first woman he loved.
I wasn't the first woman
he called late at night to talk.
I wasn't the first woman
he saw a future with.
I wasn't the first woman
who's met his parents,
nor will I be the first woman
he made his wife.
Nor will I be the first woman
that gave birth to his child.
I secretly hated to see it
just because I wish it was me.
I wish I was the first woman that he loved,
and I hate that I don't think I'll be the last.