Quite Good Enough
There were times
When I thought I knew
What love was.
It was for others
Not for me.
I saw it in the glow
Of young lovers
In the lined faces of old people
Holding hands to keep back the night.
I knew that love
Was not for me.
I am that one
Who has never been
Quite good enough.
Then you were here
And I knew
What love really was.
It was exquisite
It was terrible
It was joyous
It was painful
It was giving all you had
It was opening all
The shuttered rooms of my heart.
It was giving you up.
It was knowing
I am still not
Quite good enough.
And so
The tears flow
Mixing with the paint.
Time moves along
Each tick of the clock
Moves me farther away
From you
And love
Brilliant visions
Flow from my fingers
And still
I am not
Quite good enough.