The other woman, often it's me,
A constant presence, a somber decree, I've long pondered,
questioned with a sigh,
Why can't they stay?
Why am I not their sky?
I've stopped searching,
embraced my fate,
I'll never be the one to captivate,
Not pretty, not funny, not ideal, not sweet, not good enough,
I'm just there until someone else they meet.
For I'll never be enough, it's true,
A shadow in their lives, until someone new,
I linger in the background, like an old song,
The other woman, feeling forever lesser than.
