Your lips
are not the cure
     to this doubt,
though I am assured by your
             vehemence
     and the way
     you look at me
when I ask
            what this all
            means to you.

Your lips
     are not the cure
to this doubt,
         yet I’ve begun
         to believe you;

        Tomorrow
you may burn
           your roots
           and bridges,
but the time
we have spent
            will mean
   “something”.

This I know,
though your lips are
        no cure
  for this doubt.