I Befriended the Green Monster under my bed

I imagine you both “left
unsupervised”, children
after dark, flying on a scooter
through a warm Goan night.

Think of all the lovely things
that called you far away –
Clean air. Clear roads,
rent easily reached, kindness
much less scarce than this city.

Houses in yellow and pink and
blue, dance, drink till four, five nights
a week. without spending small fortunes.

When jealousy visits now, 
it is not to pick fights
but to condole.
It has not much to offer
but its hand.
It sighs, presses,

says, “I know.”