Insecurity (Duplex Poem)

Two years and more expecting you to leave,

you always amaze me by sticking around.

          If you did leave, I’d still see you around,
          I guess, but all our good times would be over,

and I’d have a terrible time getting over
you, you surely know. Still, I don’t want

          you to stay if that isn’t what you want.
          Waiting for word from you, I fear the worst,

but why do I always expect the worst,
when there’s nothing you don’t do to earn my trust?

          There’s a demon in the scenery that burns trust
          like brush, gunpowder-dry, before the storm—

a wolf-like, all-devouring worry-storm
from hell—two years expecting you to leave.