Doubt

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.

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