Son of the Ex-Wife (a poem)

Ever since she came, nothing's been the same.

Father spends all his time with her
instead of me.
even when i'm in the room,
it's like i'm not there
a servant that doesn't have to obey
except to leave.
i must only speak when i'm spoken to,
and that never happens.
i'm a shadow on the wall.
i mean nothing anymore.
doesn't he remember that i'm his son?
the firstborn?
or am i just a blot of existence?
like the kitchen maid?
if i leave would he come find me?
or would he even notice?
he used to favor my company
when mother was gone.
now he forgets me.
now that she has replaced Mother.

Ever since she came, nothing's been the same.

all these parties and i'm never invited anymore.
just sent to my room.
Father used to be my tutor
now it's horsemaster jenkins.
Father was my best frined
now it's my manservant john.
where is the man that i adored?
the man who cared for me?
if only i were a servant,
things would be easier to bear.
at least then i would have an excuse
for being a shadow.
at least then
i never would have felt this way.
Father said he would teach me
about dancing with the girls.
i think he's forgotten.
i'm so lonely without him.
i miss him.
john says not to be jealous of her.
i'm not.
i just want Father back.
even if she stays.
i like her.
she just stole Father from me.

Ever since she came, nothing's been the same.