Another Room:

I wonder sometimes

When I am alone

Without her by my side

Am I enough for her?

It kills me to even think

That I'm not enough

When we made love

She looked as though in

Another room

I know she would not lie

To me

But sometimes I wonder

If this time, she'll leave me

I wonder

Will I be the one in tears?

Will I be the only one aching?

I do not doubt she loves me

But in making love to someone in another

Room

Makes me think I am not enough

Or perhaps it's just her way of

Letting me overanalyze her pleasure