All the Good Ones are Gone

"All the good ones are gone."
Yes, she had told me that,
more than once.

Often I find myself shrugging
and turning away.
Never sure if I was ever a good one,
or if I should be gone.

You know how that goes.
Is it me? Is it her?
...if things were different,
who would make the change?

All is well, except
I am not sure if this heart pain
is from missing a chance,
or if it is wondering
what could have been,
or what really was.

Yes, she had told me
all the good ones were gone.
I wondered what we had left.