A whisper of a mortal choice caressed the God’s ear

and he laughed gleefully, admiring the stubbornness

of a frail creature

whose path has been drawn

before the stars were born

and he himself

came into

existence.

A pang pierced the divine heart nonetheless

Not significant enough to be called “jealousy”

A slight longing, perhaps

Since the creature

in immortal question

won’t – can’t! – live

long enough to appreciate

the depths of regret.