Good Enough

I look at her,

She's perfect.

I hear the way

He speaks of her,

I remember how

He's talked about

Missing her

For years.

I see, now,

Why the girls

Who have come 

In and out

Have felt 

The way I do,

And have had

The same fears.

I cannot compete

With perfection.

I don’t want

To go on

Thinking he

Could leave 

If, someday, she

Shows up.

 I'd rather have

Nothing then

Spend my time

In love but

Never feeling

Like, to him,

I am 

Enough.