Jack Scott writes

She Hurts Me 

An ash in my eye, 
an orphan tear. 
She is his, 
a man I like 
whose name I do not know. 
They seem happy together. 
She hurts me, 
seems balm, 
home 
to him. 
They are a happiness 
and 
she hurts me.

Tears in Eyes -- Sheetal Jain