the insecure
part of me
is beginning to ask
will she ever love me
as much as she loves him?
will i be able
to make her smile
as much as he has?
touch her soul
fill her mind
with thoughts
of me, rather than of him
will she ever
speak of me
as sweetly as
she utters his name?
will she want me
can she need me
the way she does him?
is there a chance
she'll miss me
as much?
cry herself to sleep
at the thought
of losing me?
can i eventually
be her sun,
her wonderwall
her source of
unending strength?

i don't know. . .
i could only hope
someday, i might

in the meantime
i'll do whatever i can
so that one day
there'll be no more him,
or them
just you. . .
with me