Doubt

There are so many things
I love about you.
Your intelligence,
your drive,
your kindness,
and compassion.
Your loyalty,
your passion,
your smile,
and your laugh.
But your doubt
is killing me.
We say we love each other
and I think we do.
But so many times
you ask a question
that I never seem to answer
well enough.
And we fight for hours
with no resolution.
The next day always seems better
but one day it won’t be.
It will just be more of the same
from the night before.
One day you will leave
and you may not miss me
once you are gone.